Life

Aside from line edits. Steph and I went over to the German Fest at the Dayton fairgrounds. It was a small crowd and not a big event or anything, but we ate schnitzel and german potato salad and got our faces painted and went on some rides and did a little shopping, and Stephanie won

This whole hang-out-with-your-boyfriend-five-times-a-year thing? Tough. Manageable, and works for us, but tough. Particularly the last couple weeks at the tail end of the three month stretches. Tough. Good thing I’ve got so much shit to do.

That is all.

Another night, another attempt at making some kind of stupidly unnecessary move as a symbol of my independence, another four hours in an emergency room. I had a lot of time to think about my foolish symbols of independence, the unnecessary treks I make and tasks I perform in order to prove I’m not dependent

I’ve been living and breathing God’s War edits for the last week and subsisting primarily on Chipotle burritoes and working internet-distraction-free at the local Books&Co. Seriously, living and breathing edits. I write work-related stuff all day and do edits on my own time, come home, work out, bike to Chipotle, bike to Books&Co and write

Switzerland in a month, whoooot!

When the house (including the bathroom and kitchen) is busted down and out for replumbing and rewiring for a week, just how many times did I go to Chipotle? Man, this is a big stack of receipts. I need to get back on budget. I also need to sit down and re-budget based on my