Listening to Bauhaus on SOMA FM. Music to slit your wrists by.
Last night, my gf A_ , demonstrated how she thought I should to get into bed. She folded down the upper (pillow end) corner of the blanket and sheet (which were folded in a fashion that kept them stuck together). Then she had me sit on the edge of the bed about halfway down on the bottom sheet. Then she had me tuck my feet under the sheet/blanket and lie down and she covered me up. She said it was like an envelope so I could "be mailed to Jesus [ACK!]" if I died in my sleep. Then she said stop getting into bed by climbing over the foot of the bed frame.
And I'm still in agony from sleeping in that too soft bed. I need to sleep on my firm pallet on the wood floor again. This will relieve the constant aching in my shoulders and back and the cramping in my gut.
The mellowness of last night was an exception -- Overall, A_ is still being aggressive and domineering. Sometiems I feel like I need space. This morning she did nothign but yell at me from the time I got up until I left on my bike. She didnt' leave anyting out. I didnt'clear the breakfast table the right way. I picked up and put away tools that she had left outside. I was in her way in the bathroom. I didn't help pour the coffee. I didnt' feed her cats. My clothes are too baggy or too tight. My socks have holes in them. blah blah blah....I can't take drama, especially not early in the morning.
This month, I'm going to spend a couple of weeks backpacking in the desert, alone and without her.
On the start of my morning bike ride, I passed something odd -- a female wearing Islamic religious clothing including head gear doing muslim-style kneeling prayer prostrating herself, facing the rising sun, in front of the neighborhood kollel and Jewish Community Center.
I went dumpster diving in an electronics bin this morning and dug out a color printer (one that uses cheap ink cartridges) and a scanner. Having my own printer will keep me from having to spend $10 at an internet cafe every time I want to print my resume or something.
Last night, my gf A_ , demonstrated how she thought I should to get into bed. She folded down the upper (pillow end) corner of the blanket and sheet (which were folded in a fashion that kept them stuck together). Then she had me sit on the edge of the bed about halfway down on the bottom sheet. Then she had me tuck my feet under the sheet/blanket and lie down and she covered me up. She said it was like an envelope so I could "be mailed to Jesus [ACK!]" if I died in my sleep. Then she said stop getting into bed by climbing over the foot of the bed frame.
And I'm still in agony from sleeping in that too soft bed. I need to sleep on my firm pallet on the wood floor again. This will relieve the constant aching in my shoulders and back and the cramping in my gut.
The mellowness of last night was an exception -- Overall, A_ is still being aggressive and domineering. Sometiems I feel like I need space. This morning she did nothign but yell at me from the time I got up until I left on my bike. She didnt' leave anyting out. I didnt'clear the breakfast table the right way. I picked up and put away tools that she had left outside. I was in her way in the bathroom. I didn't help pour the coffee. I didnt' feed her cats. My clothes are too baggy or too tight. My socks have holes in them. blah blah blah....I can't take drama, especially not early in the morning.
This month, I'm going to spend a couple of weeks backpacking in the desert, alone and without her.
On the start of my morning bike ride, I passed something odd -- a female wearing Islamic religious clothing including head gear doing muslim-style kneeling prayer prostrating herself, facing the rising sun, in front of the neighborhood kollel and Jewish Community Center.
I went dumpster diving in an electronics bin this morning and dug out a color printer (one that uses cheap ink cartridges) and a scanner. Having my own printer will keep me from having to spend $10 at an internet cafe every time I want to print my resume or something.
