went to the concert with the girlfriend. the opener (pronoun) was okay, and jimmy eat world was great, although…yeah, their new stuff wasn’t really doing it for anyone in the room. in fact, about 80% of the songs, either one or two people were moving around/singing and that was about it, even some of the older stuff. meh. i enjoyed myself, while girlfriend tolerated it like a champ, and even bought me a jimmy eat world hoodie that i had my eye on.
we talked about the sudden expense change while we walked to tornado room for late-night steak, and she apologized, saying it was a misunderstanding in terms of me thinking it was the lesser amount, and didn’t mean to get so dramatic about it. usually i let things stew, but i tried just airing out shit during the frigid ass walk downtown, and combined with the euphoria i tend to get after going to concerts, i think we found a lot of solid common ground with shit. she’s got plenty of shit going on too, not just the whole gemini emotion thing, and i respect that.
she got a steak and i got a burger while we chit-chatted about the impending anniversary, and i celebrated the start of the six-year anniversary date with a small glass of cider at an adjacent bar (hey, it’s my anniversary. i can slip for that, i think, especially just one) while she drank a two-hearted ale that i swear tasted skunked, but she enjoyed, so meh.
ubered home, cuddled for a bit, she passed out, i didn’t thanks to my sleep being jacked, so i cleaned house for a bit then wrote this up, since i won’t have much time to log anything between now and when i arrive in the south friday night. i have to pack, call the doctor back, and do a fucking ton of laundry between now and tonight, where i’m getting a tomahawk steak the size of my head at my favorite steakhouse in town with the girl. it’ll be nice.
i need more boring entries like this, i think. granted, once my life regains some semblance of normalcy, i’ll likely give up writing again, other than using my other journal for actual prose again. (yeah, i have a second journal on here strictly for my fiction/poetry writing that i purposely don’t have linked here) but these “some good things happened that didn’t move the needle much in any direction” are the base for a healthy, happy life, i want to think.
therapy starts december 4th.
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