Rambly rambly

M says that I have to post something, but I'm not entirely sure I have anything to say. I fell asleep on him on the couch, which is kind of unusual these days because we haven't watched much TV lately. I often get bored with what he watches and so then I lay down with my head in his lap and he, to make up for keeping complete control over the remote, will play with my hair and rub my back and stuff. I lead a totally pampered life, I know, I'm a spoiled brat. (Especially because, honestly, I don't really yearn to watch anything on television anyway so he's usually welcome to it.) But some days I come home from work and just don't feel like being upstairs, so I watched a movie (You've Got Mail, which I have never seen because M was always less than interested in renting it even though I kept pointing out that they met ON THE INTERNET just like some other people I could mention, so when I saw it in the after-Thanksgiving sale papers for $3 I circled it and told Mom that she could buy it for me if she saw it, and she did and we still didn't get around to watching so I opened it tonight and it was alright but kind of cheesy, which is perfectly fine because I honestly don't watch stuff to be intellectually stimulated, nor do I feel a bit of guilt over that since I read MUCH more than I watch TV although I don't believe that reading is inherently better than other time-wasters. Except for FoodTV because a) I usually just have it on in the background and b) you could argue that it's intellectually stimulating since it is at least educational, right?

I don't even know what the heck I'm talking about. I think I'm still a little sleepy. In fact, I know I am. My fingers are just talking amongst themselves here.

I took a bunch of CDs to work today to listen to (with my nifty little clippy headphone things) today because I wanted to get all nostalgic and ready for our trip. The summer I spent with M in Sweden was so incredibly wonderful. One of the things that we did was create a bunch of CDs: Our CD 3-7. (M had already made me CDs 1 and 2 before that.) Basically what we did was go through our entire music collection and add any song that neither of us found objectionable. Since we hate each other's music as a general rule (we are much more tolerant now than we were, I think) this was the best way to go about it. Anyway, we played those CDs into the ground, and now it always makes me think of sitting at M's fake dining room table (it was not an eating table, there was no dining room--but it was a table, at least. Although we had to move it every time we used it) playing cards while M manned the burning process. 8 CDs at 4x, that takes a while.

Apparently I am feeling rambly tonight. Oh, yeah! I totally forgot the point of the above paragraph. All I was going to say was that in the afternoon, I listened to CD 3 all the way through and then I reached for CD 4, and it was empty. And so I moved on to CD 6 (couldn't find 5 this morning when I grabbed them from the rack) and.. it was empty. And 7 was empty, too! So my little anticipation-builder totally failed. Well, it failed in all ways except for that it worked.

You know, the oddest part about this kind of relationship is that no matter where you live, someone is always far from home. I never had a connection in any way to Sweden before I met M. Being American geographically-challenged at the time, I actually went to get the stupid atlas to see exactly where it was at. [away: finding a map] [Kadi has walked away from her keyboard: finding a map] (And there's a reference that approximately three of you might catch.] And I have never actually lived there for any permanent amount of time--about three months in total. But still, I feel.. homesick sometmes. It's the water, and the blue, blue sky (not that I ever got to see that much.. is always gray when I'm there) and my very favorite part, the sudden small clumps of trees in the middle of large, perfectly flat fields. (M tells me that the trees of which I speak usually grow up around rocks that are too heavy to be worth moving, left there during the last ice age. I find that fascinating.) So, sure, the trip is mostly for M.. but I'm looking forward to it, too. And not just for the sheer joy of travelling non-stop for seventeen hours (counting the trip to the airport and the time spent there in early arrival.) Oi.

I just got an email from someone who is shocked and upset about the comment spam on my tatty blog.. there were five pretty offensive comments to a post of mine containing a picture of a a work that used a pattern belonging to this person. If that makes sense. I need to close comments and clean it all up. The tatters online are a very sensitive group, and if it offended one, I'm sure it would easily offend another. A procrastinator's work is never done...