abracanabra: (tender)
2007-02-14 01:44 pm

My Infectious Valentine....

Sadly, not so much of a romantic Valentine's Day for us. The Mad Scientist is curled up in bed trying to get healthy as fast as he can, but right now his progress isn't so good. He's either got a worse version of what I had the last part of last week, or he's brought home something new that I should look forward to getting. I'm not totally healthy--but I can't tell whether it's coming or going. Eh.

He's got no interest in doing anything romantic, and he has no appetite. No fancy dinner for us. Brownies I can still make, I guess, if only for myself.

He doesn't like Valentine's Day anyway, but I do! I like any excuse to celebrate and mark the changing of the year. Hell, changing the calendar to a new month always gives me a boost (when I'm not panicking over not getting something done, mind you). However, when Partner A doesn't care for a holiday, and Partner B does, this means that Partner A is obligated to do something for Partner B, but Partner B isn't obligated to do anything for Partner A. So that works ok!

I guess my celebration will be limited to wearing my black velvet pants, watching lots of Monk, and maybe baking brownies. And now I'm sitting in the Central Library, about to actually get some work done. Really. I will. You just watch and see.
abracanabra: (Default)
2006-10-31 05:12 pm
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On Order: A Quiet Halloween, Hold the Eggs

No big plans to celebrate Halloween. I'll be skipping out of open workout (doesn't really count as 'skipping' per say, plus I actually practiced this morning) to hand out candy to small children in (hopefully) strange costumes. I think I'll force them to let me take pictures before I give them candy. Candy-giving, watching the Simpson's Halloween specials, and then watching the TV shows that I normally don't get to see except in re-runs, when they move them to a different day (NCIS, House, Boston Legal [Ok, I usually get home and shower in time to watch that]).

Clearly, I must live vicariously.

Pssst...that's your cue.