Okay so I’m really tired, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that I had to take two Fioricet capsules this morning. That shit really knocks me on my ass. I’m so frustrated with the amount of tension headaches I get. However, I have noticed how tense I am pretty much at all times, unless I’m hanging with my bf. He relaxes me. He’s better than muscle relaxers or Xanax. 

But I drug myself into the office anyway, and I’ve been sitting here across from my partner for the last few hours. We are both working, but also having really great conversations. We don’t get to spend as much time together nowadays, and it was good to catch up. I really do adore him. I can’t imagine being in business with anyone else. We can tell each other anything…and have. There is never even a trace of embarrassment. That is rare. We are lucky. 

Tonight Dave and I are going to a four course meal with scotch pairings. It should be super fun, and I’m really looking forward to it. Last night, I was looking back at both of our blogs, and I feel really lucky to get to spend my life with somebody I have so much fun with. For example, a year ago today we were in Iceland. Fucking Iceland. And we have so much more planned. The future is exciting, but then so is the present. 

Mortgage-y things are afoot today. It’s crazy to think that we are actually doing this, and construction on our home will (likely) begin next month. Our home. I love that. 

I feel like we have had so many good and productive conversations lately. I feel like I have really amazing friends. I feel good, even when I don’t feel good. If that makes sense. I often feel bad physically, because of chronic pain, but mentally I feel good and clear.

I will say, however, that I feel like maybe I’m experiencing PMS this week. I’m been somewhat emotional/hormonal, but it’s hard to say because I don’t get my period anymore. Thanks, Mirena!

Yesterday, I ended up having two 30 minute conversations with my ex (both of which he initiated) and during the last one I’m pretty sure he told me that he’s over me. That felt sort of weird, but also really good. I want him to be over me. I want him to move on, find someone new, and be happy. I think it helps that he’s going to Alaska this weekend to bang some chick he’s been talking with. (Why do I know this? Because he told me, of course). Anyway, this means I get a bonus weekend with my kid, which is awesome, though it throws off the custody schedule for the rest of the month. *sigh*