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For once, I’m not posting before work.  It’s 9:30 at night, and it’s a rare night here in our apartment.

It’s quiet.

One of the things I love about Jim is that he’s opposite of me in ways in which I prefer him to be opposite of me.  As a general rule of thumb, I’m the quiet one, he’s the loud one.  So, as you can imagine, in our apartment, there’s usually a lot of noise between him, the TV, and me teasing Jim mercilessly.  But tonight?  Tonight, we cooked, ate, cleaned a little, then curled up on the couch together, just reading, me Dexter and him some sci-fi book he picked up at the library’s book sale last weekend.

By the way, when I was quietly reading, actually managing to bring myself to go through a couple chapters, I suddenly thought, “Huh, reading…I remember doing this before.”

Not a good sign, also an indicator of how I little I read these days.  I’ve been reading Amy Tan’s Saving Fish from Drowning during lunch, but only a couple pages at a time because, well, I just don’t have time.  So it was nice to sit down for a good chunk of time and actually knock out a couple of chapters of Dexter.

So, tomorrow’s Friday, concluding an interesting week at work.  For one, they announced today those who got the written positions.  Yours truly didn’t get one, but hell, I didn’t really expect to (most people in that unit have been there forever), and I was surprised that I actually managed to get as far as an interview.  Most people I know didn’t get even that far, so the way I see it?  I’ll definitely have a shot at the next go around.

The cool thing, though, is that between all the competition for those coveted five positions between our office and Springfield, someone in our own unit got a spot, a girl I used to sit next to up until a couple months ago.  So that’s really cool…although I think everyone’s going to miss her when she goes.  She really livens up the unit.

The other cool thing at work:  Another co-worker–this time, a girl who sits across from me–came in all happy.  The reason?  Her boyfriend had proposed to her that morning.  The funny thing is that I had been talking about mine and Jim’s own engagement to her the week or so before, and she had told me that she was waiting for her boyfriend, pointing at her wrist, saying Let’s move it already.  So we were all happy that he “moved it” (heh), admired her ring, and it was suggested we have a potluck soon to celebrate all the September birthdays, as well as her and my engagements.  My guess is we’ll include celebrating our co-worker’s getting promoted to a written unit as well.

Enough work talk.  This weekend is a three-day weekend!  Even better:  Jim actually got Monday off, too!  Just gotta haul our butts through tomorrow. 

This is a rarity for me these days, posting at night rather than 20 minutes before I have to leave for work.  And, honestly, like most mornings, I probably shouldn’t be on, but I’m delaying the inevitable.  In this case, going to bed.  But I have an excuse!  I just finished mopping the bathroom and I’m waiting for the floor to dry before I take a shower and head to bed.  Actually, that’s a flimsy excuse.  I’m pretty sure the floor dried within 10 minute of me mopping it, and that was, oh, probably 30 minutes ago.

Anyway!  Yesterday, Jim and I celebrated our one-year anniversary.  I put a little blurb about it on Facebook, and Jim’s mom–yes, Jim’s mom and I are “Facebook friends,” haha–commented that she remembered that Jim was on cloud nine after our first date.  I love hearing from other people about his reaction after our first date.  I heard that after our first date, other guys he knows asked how it went, and he told them, “Well, she’s smarter than me, makes more money than me, and could get a better-looking guy than me.”  When they said, “Aw, man, I’m sorry, you gonna call it quits,” he responded with hell, no, he was going to ask me out again.

By the way, this is how I learned that guys–well, most guys, anyway–really don’t go after women they consider “out of their league.”  Not that I’m out of Jim’s league, obviously, but he apparently felt I was, and I think he surprised some of his buddies by not letting that deter him.  Good for him.  Yay for me.

Another first date story that I think is cute:  Of all the girls Jim’s kissed, he claims I’m the first one he’s ever gotten nervous with.  He said he always had some sort of “advantage” over other girls (I think this was his way of saying he was smarter than they were or knew they weren’t as good at him in some way), so it was no big deal, but he claims with me, he felt he had no advantage, nothing “over” me, and therefore “had no game” for me.  So when he went to kiss me, he wasn’t so sure I’d kiss him back.  Jim only recently admitted the cute/funny part that came in later, after we kissed goodnight and he went inside the house: He actually broke out in a little dance.  When he told me that, I laughed and laughed and laughed.  I mostly remember just being surprised.  I wasn’t sure if he liked me or not, so I was shocked to find out he liked me enough to kiss me.

Anyway.  Anniversary.  Of course, we bought each other presents.  Jim got me this pretty Christmas fairy figurine; I bought him the first seaon of Dexter.  Yes, I love the show, too, but is it my fault I share his awesome taste?  I know Jim loves his present: As soon as I got home from work, he popped it in the DVD player.

Speaking of, when I got home, Jim had a surprise for me: He cleaned and organized the dining area, put together the table that’s been sitting propped against the wall since August, and put up one of our Christmas trees.  (I think we have, like, three altogether.)  I was ecstatic.  The cluttered apartment has been the bane of my existence for what feels like forever now, and seeing a good chunk taken out of the cleaning process made me feel a lot better.  Also, having a table again = heaven!  Okay, so we don’t have chairs, but that’s not why I really want it.  Our kitchen is tiny, so I wanted the table for work space.  Don’t think Jim didn’t have this in mind when he put the table together, mind you: I had told him if he put it together, there’d be cakes and cookies in his future.  You really think he forgot that?  I think not.

One day, I need to update this blog while not watching TV and not getting ready for work.  You know, so I’m not distracted.  Health update!  Day by day, I’m getting better.  My stomach still isn’t normal.  It’s…weird.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It doesn’t really hurt as much as it’s a little uncomfortable and just–weird.  But I’ll take it.  Last night, I came home with an enormous appetite.  I came home, tossed down my keys, and declared, “Jim!  I’m so hungry!  Oh, my god!  WHATEVER DO WE DO?”

I could see him trying not to smile, looking relieved.  Since Saturday, I’ve barely eaten much of anything, as there were some days, I couldn’t keep it down.  I just had no appetite.  So my having an appetite could only be a good sign.

Whoa, something just came on live on TNT .  The Screen Actors Guild Awards…?  What the hell, I was watching Charmed.  But I’m intrigued, as they’ve mentioned some shows I actually like, namely Dexter and House.  And one I kinda liked but didn’t quite: True Blood.  My issue with True Blood is that the plot intrigued me, but I hated almost all the characters.  They annoyed me in some way.  I thought Sookie was a self-righteous priss, and her brother was too stupid to be believable.  And there’s too much sex.  No, I’m not a prude–well, maybe a little bit, haha–but seriously, if the sex scene doesn’t do something for the plot or the characters or something, then it shouldn’t be in there. 

Bah, well, I guess I’d better get dressed.  I hate going to work.  I hate trying to trick myself into thinking I’m just driving on the road rather than going to work.  I’ll even put on music.  There’s one soundtrack that reminds me of going to California.  Most of the time, it doesn’t work, but it’s almost worse when it does.  Because then when I pull into the parking lot, Oblivious Spring is like WTF, YOU TRICKED ME, I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO CALIFORNIA.  BITCH.  And then Aware Spring is like, HAHAHA.  Normally, a little mental catfight would ensue, but alas, both Springs have to go to work.  And neither one like it.