Sleep Spent

I like the new place very much. Better, in fact, than any of the other places Jordan and I have lived together (and there have been three). This place has too many pluses to list, but the minuses are small and easily summarized:

1. The garage door opens directly beneath my room. The racket could wake the dead.
2. The downstairs is often cold, though we’ve found that turning on the fireplace remedies this enough to get by comfortably
3. The dishwasher doesn’t open very easily. You have to really want it
4. Finally, the bathroom door was put on incorrectly, so the lock is facing out. Which could actually be a serious problem if it was locked and someone got stuck in there.

Those are all pretty minor, in the grand scheme of things. They are overshadowed by one enormous plus:

1. You can see the back of your head in the bathroom! There are two mirrors, one of which is hinged. When you open that door to about 30°, you can see the back of your head.

Suffice it to say that this place is a keeper. :-)

When I was over at Phil’s house this morning drinking Chamomile tea and eating a microwaved cinnamon roll, his ex-step father’s new wife’s daughter Stephanie (Steph for short) came into the kitchen. Feeling cheeky, I asked her about her sweatshirt which said simply “NSSN.” She said it stood for Not So Slient Night, which made sense.

“Oh,” I said, “and here I thought it was Nissan without the vowels.”

Phil laughed and said he was thinking the very same thing, which only goes to show you that we were twins separated at birth. (Nevermind the fiendishly long, three year labor our collective mother had to endure. I won’t have mere facts standing in the way of an obvious truth!)

Happy New Year, all!

I came to Eli’s party not knowing if I would stay the night. 70%. Well, I’m drunker than I’ve ever been, on three beers and two mixed drinks. So I guess I’m staying, regardless of whether or not I have a place to sleep.

Eli’s new boyfriend Ron is nice. He used to be a bartender, so he made me a mixed drink. It didn’t taste nearly as bad as the beer, since it had cranberry juice in it.

Phil is now watching me type this. I’m remarkably fluent for one who is more than buzzed. Phil, OTOH, is quite drunk and is now laying on the floor in a fetal position. Even so, he is straight. Bastard.

I think it’s time I stopped writing this and perhaps went to sleep. HAH. I’ll post more later. HAPPY NEW YEAR!