Way with words

I'm a journalist, a writer and a shower singer. I take pictures, but I don't fancy myself a photographer.

I read the New York Times and wish I could write like that.

I love receiving surprise gifts.

I'm married.

I have an undiagnosed chronic illness.

I wear high heels.

I eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.

I am more than the sum of my parts.

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Mon Oct 13

emo

Every now and then a game comes along that causes whoever plays it to get wholly absorbed, to the exclusion of all else.

For The Hubs, BioShock is that game.

I know he needs to decompress, and I know it helps him to relax, but I’m going to be 3 hours away in less than a week. I wish we would just make the best of it.

…

Oh, I’m just being whiney, and I need to stop it. We had a great night last night, made some amazingly delicious mole chile. I guess I’m realizing not every night or every day has to be perfect. Good is OK too, as long as we don’t just settle for good. In fact, perfect interspersed with good is pretty damn awesome.

Alright, this game really is creepy.

Sorry for the non sequitur.

In other news, I’ve got my appointment with the Nurse Practitioner on Wednesday, since the Doc went back up North. I’m a little… disappointed. I’m sure NP is great at what she does, but I’m lacking something she can’t give me: a diagnosis.

We’ll see how it goes, though.