I'm not sure how it was possible, but on Friday night I fell alseep on a couch in the middle of a poker party. There were at least 25 adults and another 15 children there, and somehow in the midst of the cacophony, I just passed out. Totally sober, mind you. Someone was kind enough to put a quilt on me. My boyfriend says I wasn't snoring, which is a good thing.
Yesterday my friend Y and his wife came over, and I taught him how to knit while his wife did some work. Watching a man knit is weirdly sexy. I kind of wanted to fling the yarn and needles on the floor and sit on his lap, but the wife wouldn't have approved so I controlled myself.
Speaking of sexy stuff, there's not much to report on. (Obviously, if knitting can get me hot and bothered. Ha. ) My boyfriend has continued to display pretty much complete disinterest in sex with me, which is par for the course. But since this is how it's been forever, I'm fairly resigned this is just how it is and is going to be. Despite the continuing lack of sex together, we've been getting along very well. Funny how that works. I guess I'll just look forward to the rare occasions when I get to have connected and passionate sex with a friend, instead of beating myself up about the fact that my boyfriend doesn't seem to want me. It's lazy, I know.
Someone commented that I have a responsibility to post regularly. Bah, I say. I'm not fond of responsibilities and I don't agree with that viewpoint. If I have something to say, I'll post, and if I don't, I won't. If everyone stops reading entirely, then so be it. I don't want to come across as if I don't give a hoot about my readers, but I do not feel as though I have some kind of responsibility to keep them entertained.
I'm not huge fan of the holidays. I think it stems from growing up in a house where there was never enough money, and plenty of anger, and the combo made for tension filled and very bleak 'celebrations.' Now that I'm an adult and I have actual control over my life, I don't have that same sense of sheer despair, but if I could just skip the next month and have it be mid-January, that would be perfectly fine with me.
I had a pretty relaxing and pleasant Thanksgiving. Last year was the first time my boyfriend and I decided to forgo doing the family dinner thing, and I cooked the meal and had it here at my house. We had a friend join us and had not only the most delicious Thanksgiving meal I'd ever had, but the most stress-free one, too. We decided to leisurely head over to his parent's house for dessert and to see everyone for a bit. It worked out so well for us that we decided to do the same thing this year and I'm so glad. Seeing family isn't nearly as stressful when it's in a small dessert sized dose!
Today I'm going to avoid going anywhere near any stores since the idea of trying to find parking and getting involved in the fray of crazed bargain hunters appeals about to me about as much as being smacked in the head with a brick. I just don't understand why anyone would want to deal with that. I'm going to work on some crafts instead.
Obviously I'm not dead. You guys are too much.