Made for Each Other

4:00 AM, Trevor has just come to bed after working on a paper since midnight:

Trevor: "Oo, are you getting up for water? Can you get me some?"

Me: "You have water. Your water bottle is half-full. Or half-empty, I suppose."

Trevor: "Well I want more."

Me: "All right, all right."

I secure lots of water, we fall into a contented sleepy silence until I have a revelation:

Me: "You know, this whole optimist-pessimist glass thing seems silly. Logically, a glass is half-full when you're filling it and half-empty when you're draining it."

Trevor: "Oh my god."

Me: "What?"

Trevor: "I was just thinking the exact same thing. I love you."

Me: "Clearly we have to be together forever."

The Enemy of My Enemy...

Trevor, commenting on how the rats won't stop fighting:

"Let's get a cat. Perhaps a common enemy will unite them."

Two Words:

President Obama

New Addition

Meet Yo-Yo, so named because he was careening into the jaws of death (by snake) and then retrieved as if twirling on a string held by the hand of some benevolent being (Wren).

Okay, not really. Yo-Yo is named Yo-Yo because it's short for his full name, Yossarian.

Meet Yossarian (AKA "Yo-Yo"):

He's just about the cutest thing ever. From what we can tell, he's an American Blue Dumbo. Wren saved him from a certain fate as boa food, and from being poked by hundreds of high-school kids. He's very sweet and smart and curious. I think he's going to fit in well with the Monochromatic Mischief (AKA The Grayscale Gang).

No rat could replace Trinity, but I think he makes a fitting tribute.

Look Alive

Look alive,
See these bones.
What you are now,
We were once.
And just like we are,
You'll be dust.
And just like we are,
Permanent.


Nada Surf - See These Bones

I am the Man

I am the man. Okay, maybe the woman. But definitely not the Man. Long story short, I rule.

I woke up at 1:30 today, and I still managed to accomplish the following (with help from Trevor, of course):

• Rat laundry
• Part of the dishes
• Rat cage
• Trash and recycling
• Target run
• Grocery shopping

It's not quite 8:00, so I'm going to make some dinner, do some editing, and veg until 10:00ish at which point I will force myself to wind down and get to bed at a reasonable hour. Go me!

Totally motivated for the work week because I sprung for $50 worth of Indian food last night and now have two delicious lunches of chicken korma waiting for me this week.

Go go productivity and optimism! (You have no idea how far a sparkling clean rat cage will get you when it comes to having a positive attitude. Unless "you" are Wren. Then I bet you do."

Dear Wren

E-mail your mentor.



(Like right now.)

Ugh

I feel like I have a vacation hangover. Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything is under the weather. Can't think, can't eat properly, sleep properly, interact with the world properly. My stomach already felt awful during my trip and now it feels worse. Am I sick? Am I just homesick? I barely made it through work yesterday and with six hours to go I am dreading the rest of work today. I'm hoping the weekend will fix me. But how can it?

Recluse

Someday the rest of the world will come to accept the fact that some people really do thoroughly enjoy a night at home with a good book, a fun videogame, or a familiar movie. That some people's idea of an exciting night out is dinner and a movie, or just a movie, or just dinner. And that's perfectly fine.

I don't like bars or clubs as a rule. I don't like the music they play there. I don't like not having a place to sit and enjoy my drink. I don't like how I can't have a conversation because it's too loud. I've been there, I've done that, and no matter how many times I give in to a friend who's convinced I'll have a great time if I just try it, it's still not my scene.

I know they're well-intentioned. They want to share something they find fun with me. I just can't get into it. No matter what you do, if you take me to a bar or a club, I'm going to be wishing that I was at the movie theater, out for a nice dinner, or at home enjoying some peace and quiet. And after we're there for thirty or sixty minutes, I'm going to have a headache or be in a bad mood. It's just how I am, how I've always been, and probably how I'll always be.

You don't have to try hard for me to have a good time. I will never be disappointed by a meal or a movie, or even just sitting around at home hanging out. You don't have to impress me, and honestly, I'm usually much happier when you don't try to.