Pain

Pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain.

And I'm sure there are people out there who'd be happy to only suffer pain like this, but it still hurts. Ipren-heaven, here I come, work awaits.

The Departed

By Martin Scorsese.
Lots of famous faces and a surprisingly neat plot.
Watch it. :-)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407887/

Why is it so difficult?

We have no sex life. *grumble*
We work ALL hours, eat at the weirdest hour, spend approximately 2 hours awake together every day.

Why can't I just perk up and feel like it when I have my window of opportunity???

Why must the planets align and have their ascendents in some constellation heard or seen only once in a blue moon for me to muster up the right impulses?

*tired*

Yesterday I got cross with S for having to explain the connection between having to ask for help with stuff around the house and my sex drive... Why is it like that?
Why can't I just _relax_ and get going with it.
(and why do I have to explain this, isn't this something men should be aware of by now?)

But no, I have to have the house in some form of order, no worse yet, I have to have some form of track record of goodness around the house for it to work! GAAHH!
AND I have to be rested.
AND enough time has to have passed from my last meal.
AND I can't worry about anything.
AND I can't be mad at S.

Detrimental

Weird word, detri-mental, de-tri-men-tal. Hm.

Today at lunchtime we discussed sleeping disorders, difficulties to unwind after a long day etc. Seems there is a whole bunch of people waking up in the middle of the night not being able to fall back to sleep again, or simply not being able to fall asleep at all.

I don't, we don't, have this problem so I contributed with my two cents - that I think it's a good idea to get everything involved in your workday "off your chest" as soon as you're home.
I do, rage or just blurb something about whatever it is that has taken up most of my day at work (good or bad) and S does the same. And we sleep like babies when it's bedtime.

But oh my lord. How wrong can you be? I got a big lecture on how men handle stress versus how women do. I learned two things a) it's not the same and b) I may well be destroying my relationship by believing I'm doing S a favor when listening to his "post work ranting"...

Detrimental. That was the word they used. :-D It might be detrimental to my relationship to insist on, or even (god forbid) force S to talk about his day/problems/stress.
According to these very insightful men S need to climb into his "cave" (lounge in front of the TV, use the computer, nap etc) in order to unwind.

Well, I'll have to test this now, won't I?

Should I be ashamed?

Is it "unfair" to plan your own Christmas gifts with your family? I haven't thought about it before.
Maybe it's greedy?

I 've been thinking it's better to let them know approximately what I'd like, rather than having them spend money on stuff I really didn't need. And this way I can controll the amount of money they spend. Let me get the expensive stuff myself and they can fill in with the heartwarming extras that I wouldn't buy myself.


I'm such a child. 8-)

Superman Returns

Good stuff.
Go ahead and watch it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0348150/

Grill - wow!

Yesterday I had dinner at a restaurant called "Grill" in the center of town and I say WOW! :-)

The food was glorious, but the environment!! All tables were set and furnished and lit in such a way that they all became "cells" of separate environments, all different from each other. Two steps away from our stylish suburban kitchen table was a thai-bar table for two. :-D

I had "Pork´s neck ”Caribbean Spice” with corn fritters and mango" mouthwatering all of it although the corn fritters left me a bit hesitant because they were too spicy for my pallate (I know I know...).

Time to eat again. See ya.