We’re kind of adulting today.

USF has just started and Jason has a small mountain of homework and some extra projects that need to be completed by Tuesday, if not earlier.  Since class started for me too, I should have some assignments to grade… but I did all of those last night and sent out the ‘why are you failing after the first week’ of class warnings.

I’m caught up, for the moment, and can’t just keep hitting refresh to see if anything came in or if there are any questions.   I have a hard mental block against that, but I’m supposed to be adulting.

I’d feel guilty if I went to play a game or caused some sort of distraction so I spent over an hour cleaning the bathroom while he worked.    Still nothing for me to grade and he’s still working.    I’m kind of at a loss of what to do now.

Well, I wouldn’t mind doing some more yard work since we got yard bags, but it’s supposed to rain soon.  Looked outside.    Confirmed.   The rain should start soon.

The laundry isn’t dry yet…   It’s too early for dinner…. Here I am.

Listening to:

Not bad.

I should write something.   Not blog-like, but maybe creative like.

It just feels weird since he’s just a couple of feet from me.   No, he’s not looking at my screen or even glancing my way, but it throws me off my game – sometimes literally.  For example, when he’d watch me throw a pokeball or see me trace in Wizards, I tend to do a lot more poorly then if he wasn’t there.

There’s just something annoying and that makes me really nervous.  So much so that I’ll turn the phone away or stand at an angle where he couldn’t glance to see what I do.  I think I tend to do better at various games when he’s not around.

I prefer the companionship cause it’s a lonely life, but I don’t feel like I’m truly accomplishing anything unless I’m by myself.

I’m not sure why this is and I can’t fathom that there’s any logic behind it.  Even now, he probably has a good idea of what I’m doing and has read my blog, if he gets up I hide what I’m typing.

It’s kind of like a slaughterhouse.
He can see the end result but I don’t want him to watch the process.

Weird, I know, but I’m weird and never confessed to be otherwise.

Okay.   4:30 in our day of adulting.
Still nothing to do in class.  I feel like I’m holding myself hostage.     Why couldn’t I turn on the Playstation?     Which is an absolutely silly question.  He’d break his neck straining to see what I was watching.

I wanted time to reflect.    Well, I got that time.

Looking forward —

Monday is taken.
It’s MLK Day and Jason has it off work and school.   I’m not sure what we’re doing.   Homework of some sort is definitely involved but maybe we’ll make it out to a park or something for half a day.

Tuesday is a big question mark.
He’ll be in Tampa after work and won’t be back until ten-ish.
Was thinking about going to the gym and having a nice evening alone with the cat, but Tuesday is when a new Wizard Brilliant event starts.    Tuesday is also $5 movies at the Cobb, which is something that I’ve been promising myself for over a month.   Course, that drags up the whole money thing, even if it is just $10.

If I see the movie, I know I’ll play Wizards for multiple hours to work on the event.  That’d place me pretty far ahead of him… not that it matters I guess.   There will be a hard time block with potions or something… which means I should probably stop making brain elixers to avoid self-nerfing.

I enjoy my time at the gym and it doesn’t cost anything.  I haven’t went as nearly as much as I’d like on this trip either.

Is there anything that I’d be remotely interested in spending $5 on.
Not Dolittle, which is unfortunate.  1917?   Jumanji?   Little Women?  Does it matter?   The whole point is just getting out, right?

Dunno.
This is starting to hurt the brain.