I got the most amazing Facebook message last night. I had left my God-Damned purse at Taco Bell. The Taco Bell about 69 miles from my house. The manager, who I’m convinced is an angel, contacted an old friend of mine who happened to live in the same city as me, and also happened to know
Jenny gets me. Like, totally. Jenny totally gets me. God, that sounds dumb the more I say it, but I don’t know how else to get the point across: Jenny understands the freaking weirdo who types these words better than anyone should know anyone, regardless of relationship. Case in point? Apparently, she can hear my
Last night, Jenny and I went to see a musical. It was wonderful, dramatic, tear-inducing, and all-around fabulous. But I had a single, powerful, and vivid takeaway. When we were being seated, a wonderfully dressed lady came up the stairs to our row, and something was not-quite-normal. She said, “I can’t turn around,” and,
Yesterday, my lovely Jenny was granted the name change order. We are now officially Mr. and Mrs. Bristol. We celebrated with the inevitable couple selfie, and for once, Jenny loved a photo of herself! (The world might end on that note, but so far the sky is still “up” and the ground is still “down”.)
Don’t worry about Rory, what with the not posting and everything. He’s fine. He’s just busy with holiday tasks, and we’re trying to get to bed earlier. He probably won’t be posting this week. What’s he been up to, from my perspective? To sum up: His mood seems slightly improved, and he’s going through a
Bonus points if you get my reference. We’ve spent the past day and a half with my family, and we’ll spend more time with them today. Thanksgiving is always a multi-day event with us these days, because some people come from out of town, and we like to do a bunch of things while everyone’s
It’s not too often that you read something knowing how awesome it’ll be before you read it. But I knew that when I recently got the Hyperbole and a Half book by Allie Brosh that I’d love it. (I had pre-ordered it months earlier.) I’ve read Allie’s blog for years, and so I already knew
I’m sitting here, being privy to Rory creating beauty. Beauty written. Beauty spoken. Sad, and often tragic beauty, but still, it moves me. I sit here in disbelief, it’s so good. He just sat down and wrote it out, in one push. The best things are usually written that way, but I’m in awe. His
I don’t know why, but Rory’s time in the hospital this time around has been much harder on me than the last one. I cried plenty last time, too, maybe even more than this time. But this time it’s just been exhausting for some reason. And he hasn’t been in for as long as he
Today’s visit with Rory was… odd. He wasn’t himself. Not his normal self, not even his outgoing-social self. He was off. He had had a rough night, and a very difficult day. He was extremely anxious, and I’m not sure his new medication regimen is working fully. He did seem a bit manic, but hyper
