It is three fifty six am. I am not sleeping. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve logged onto the XM site and am streaming Audio Visions, the New Age channel.

*edit: six oh five am, I switched to Cinemagic. Nothing like listening to dialog from Beverley Hills cop seamlessly blending into Harold Faltermeyer’s “Axel F”.

*edit: Six eleven. I’m just burning doing the neutron dance. And by “neutron dance” I mean feeling really irritated.

*edit: The soundtrack to I Am Ledgend (although a marginally sucky movie) is making me cry a little right now. Either that or exhaustion. Seven thirteen am.

*edit: Sleep 4:30 pm Sunday afternoon. I feel human again.

Andy bought a swanky camera officially for research and development purposes of the “thing” that he’s building the “other thing” for. Unofficially, he’s wanted a swanky camera ever since an Aussie couchsurfer came through with a similar camera when he stayed with us this summer. He had taken some amazing pictures.

We went sailing yesterday and although I took some pictures with the new swanky camera, they kind of suck, so I’m not posting any. Being out on the ocean and sunshine really made me jones for living on a sailboat again. We still have a somewhat steep learning curve….okay, I still have somewhat of a steep learning curve, but I feel very inspired and interested to learn. Andy signed up for the second course that will allow him to rent the 32′ boats in addition to the 22′ ones that we can now. I had my fill of frustration and holding back tears from the first lesson and thought it might just be better if he taught me the information at my own pace.

I still feel a little PTSD when I think of the not understanding, socially inept, salty sea, teacher guy yelling, “leward, Leward….LEWARD!!!!!” at me as I frantically toggled the tiller back and forth thinking I could somehow glean from his screaming of the word what “leward” actually meant.

Don’t even make me retell the “docking under motor” incident before lunch on the first day.

We also had a good chuckle reminiscing about almost getting run over by a huge and fast moving ferry while Mr. Salty Pants told the third student to “Hold you’re course!” Technically we had the right of way. “If he hits us….and we live, we’ll be rich”.

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I came home to this guy at the kitchen table surrounded by things of which I know not, from Radio Shack and Frys.

When Andy is in his head, it is impossible to converse with him. I walked in with bags from the grocery store and asked if he wanted dinner. I got a “No Thanks” and he kept on doing stuff while I put groceries away and told him about walking around Pacific Beach and eating lunch with my mom. Five minutes into some random thing I was waxing philosophical about he looks up and says, “Wait a minute, did you ask if I wanted food? I mean yes.”

We’re both lucky that I find these qualities endearing.

Andy found this on the internet and it took him some time to convince me that it wasn’t a photoshopped joke.

Yes kids, if you accept a bribe, report it as income to the IRS.

It’s under the heading “Other Income” and then under “below market loans”.

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Pic of me and Andy in Mrs. Means 4th grade class.

Alright, you’ve convinced me. I don’t want to leave anyone in the lurch with nothing to read when they should be working (at Target HQ) or leave my (can’t think of a good adjective) family members to worry that I’m dead in a ditch somewhere in Tijuana.
I’m sitting on the couch eating black eyed peas with garlic and I just (against my morals-ethical and fashion) bought a pair of UGG boots off the internet.

I can’t believe you guys read this stuff.

My mom is settled into her cute little furnished place, and we’re living in a place that is not to be disclosed to the general public because of the internet spiders that will come and track us down. But I’ll give you a hint. We are living somewhere in San Diego with this person and really enjoying “this person’s” company and hospitality. Even though this morning I was weird and snappy because I didn’t eat and did kick boxing and made myself sick.

sorry.

I’ve taken some aspirin. I’m going to finish my dinner and then chat with “this person” who just walked in the door with shopping bags.

The “other person” that I also live with and happen to be married to is at Radio Shack buying parts so he can build this a “thing” for the super secret gambling project that he’s working on.

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I feel like I should write something. A bunch of stuff happened. I’m not inspired.

Does anyone read this thing anyway?

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How awesome was my 80’s party New Years costume. I thought of it the morning of the party and it took me about three hours to make out of a cardboard box and some poster paints. I’ve never had paparazi before. I liked it. I might just be a little more inspired next Halloween because of it. There’s a few more pictures on flickr if your interested.

I’m sore from kickboxing classes, tired from staying up all night and drinking champaign but I love the weather and being with our SD friends.

My mom officially rented the place that she had already rented in her head on craigslist. The neighborhood is cute and the landlords are two fabulously gay men that own an antique jewelry store down the street.

I just love it when a plan comes together.