Second anniversary

Got woken up with hot kisses today. Second year running. I of course forget these things, because the day couldn't possibly be any more special. Which I am sort of proud of. There are no more ways to tell him how I love him, no more ways to prove it. There isn't anything else he can do or give me  - he tells me everything every day and has already given me everything I want. That includes some of the things he really didn't want to give me. Like another kitten. Or car keys.

.... back.

Mental note. When next I pray for the General to return home to me quickly, I should probably stress AFTER the surgery. 

They sent us home, told us to return Thursday. To beat that dumb frustration to a pulp, I dragged us across town to have great snack and even greater cake in my favourite LJ, stupid expensive cafe. After we got home, we passed out almost on the doorstep. Woke up 4 hours later. On the plus side, it's raining, so the temperatures dropped for about 15°C.

Mentally preparing for the General's day in the hospital.. I will miss him soooo much :,((

Gatsby, the new chapter in insides-clawing literature

As bad as people may say it is, I am simultaneously reading the original and watching the movie. So that's like an extra set of subtitles - so in my case the whole thing is pretty great. Thing is, I am restlessly watching a really bad copy of the movie and everything is like an odd stained glass window or an odd watercolour. For this reason, it feels almost as if I am flipping through an illustrated copy of the book. The effect is wonderful.

LoL, I feel like the opposite of JK Rawling, who had to go to cafes to keep herself and her baby warm in winter, drinking coffee, writing.. I go to cafes, because they are airconditioned and I drink ice coffee, writing and trying not to melt. 

I have a new fiscal question. Yes, that is a joke. Of course I mean physics.

Okay. I am carrying a glass of water over the family golden retriever Emi. The glass slips from my hand. (that's usually the case - if something's gonna fall in the household, it falls on Emi.) Because the glass is heavier than the water, even though certain attraction between the glass and water holds, not all of the water is IN the glass at is hits Emi's butt. Some of the watter falls micromoments later, thus creating a vibration rather than singular impact. How do you measure the ration between the two, considering viscosity of water and proximity of Emi's butt - which varies as the impact moves it up and down for a short while, obviously.

LoL. My crazy.

Standing in line to get kebab for the <3 and moi-self, I had a lap full of comic books. The plan was to give them to the General so he would read it in the hospital, but of course he has zero self restraint and is reading them now. But what I was gonna say was, while standing in the sun, bored, I COULD just read a little bit of it myself to pass time. However, that somehow felt like biting away the comic from General. like, if I read a little, he would have to read less. So I didn't read anything. That's how crazy I am.

*glows proud*

Ye Gods, there's, like 98 degrees in the shade. It's not that it feels like we're constantly complaining about the weather, but this year has been UNCOMFORTABLE !... We skipped spring in its entirety, going from parkas and long stockings to fucking melting pot! Ain't the high liquid silver that's so bothersome, either, it's the switch changes. I love heat. I love summer. Love walking around, feeling my marrow ooze. But it feels like we stepped out from foggy Aprile London to molten June Dubai and my brain, my heart, my stomach hardly handle it. I'm like one of those weird puritan people - showering before sex, showering after sex, sometimes showering during, showering when I get up, showering when I go to bed, showering before meal, showering after meal (which consist mainly of ice coffee...) And I really dislike showering. The pets are all feigning roadkill. Everybody is being naked in their apartments. Peeping Toms have all died of heart attacks.