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Following up on that piece I just reblogged: last night I told my husband that The New Normal had been cancelled, and he was so disappointed and unhappy.

I went to bed before 8, woke up at 4:45 to pee, went back to bed and got up at 5:30. 9.5 hours of sleep is unheard of for me; I’m at my best on 8 (I really do need sleep) but usually average around 5.5 or less because I just can’t sleep late and hate going to bed.

It was glorious. Last paper due in 6 days, grades due in 13. Almost there!

Oh man, I have a lot of feelings about this and nobody cares so I’ll just keep them to myself. 

Except that this is a wonderful, freeing way to look at life, and I still work at it every day, and I think this is really good for tumblr, where the proportion of neurotic perfectionists is, um, maybe a little higher than in the general population?

Fucking up is great, because it means you were here. COURAGE and all that.

(Source: teabee1968, via judearaya)

Cheetos for breakfast while I work!

Being an adult is awesome!

Good morning, tumblr!

A friend is relocating from NZ in mid-March. He’s working in the West Village and is looking for something for at least a few months so he can get on his feet and get settled, so something on the 1/C/E would be ideal.

Send me an ask if you need more details or want me to put you in touch! (I’m so excited he’s going to be so much closer. :D)

20 minute video. I cried. More than once.

Look, I am a decidedly not woo-woo kind of girl, but this, for my own personal reasons and my own history, is as close to woo-woo as I get. Probably because it’s about the mix of the intellectual and the experiential, and I am always here for that.

You know what’s weird? It feels like the 1920s should be, like, dinosaur age, but it’s not!

Thanks, kid, for sharing that observation this morning over breakfast. 

What, was tumblr not making me feel old enough?

(“Or like cavemen,” she added. “Or at least Egyptians or something. It was so long ago.”)

Few things can fuck up a Monday morning quite like “oh no, I forgot, it’s crazy hair day!” Do schools just think we don’t have enough to do on Monday mornings? This is one thing I will not miss about elementary school; “spirit week” is just exhausting.

teiledesganzen replied to your post: mskaylee asked me how I met my husband

Yes. Not hurting each other intentionally. I call it not hitting below the belt, but it boils down to the same thing. And that’s one of the most important relationship skills we practice here, too. Worked well for 8 years and many time of crisis now.

So great. I think everybody who does it sees it differently, but I think it boils down to practicing a really deep kind of respect - I know how to hurt you, but I care about you and your well-being as a person, so I don’t do it. It seems like a really obvious thing but I am always surprised by people who don’t consciously practice it - which is ironic because I learned how important it was to me by being around people who hurt each other (either on purpose or carelessly) constantly.

Just, yeah. It matters, I think. You matter.

And, because I’m feeling super romantical these days (you guys you guys, what would I do without him? are you getting yet the way that he makes the joy of my adult life possible?) I’m gonna share with the class. :-) Short answer: school.

Long answer: 

This is our kitchen table at the moment, an entire tableau of nerd. Vintage Infocom games (which my 13 year old is totally into at the moment), Hobbit Lego, comic books, and school work. 

Welcome to our family.

An anon asked about “how (our) marriage is working right now, the division of labor” and all that. I don’t think this is the same anon and it seemed like a well-intentioned message, so. Here it is. 

For what it’s worth: (a) this is long as hell because it requires a freaking life history, and (b) my husband is an amazing man who actually cares about me, as like a person and stuff. Don’t try this at home; this is varsity level life partnership we have going on here.