Of Lannisters, and Oatmeal, and of Oofs.

If I just get to the other side of this weekend, I'll have it made. But of course I have to get to and through the weekend for that, and sometimes I am struck with doubt that this will happen, because time gets swiggly-wiggly* and it's hard to know quite how long it will feel like before this is all done. The nice thing about time is that I do know how much of it I have to get through before the weekend is done. So that's a start.

I'm working at the hotel this weekend, and it's a home game weekend, and I'm less than thrilled. You can probably tell.

Office job is going well. Busy busy busy, but that's fine with me. I wonder sometimes (is it a daydream if the dream is sort of dull?) about not doing library school and just working office jobs instead. Accountants always seem to have jobs. I would be a crap accountant. Bah. A lot of it comes down to being scared to start my application essay, and the rest is laziness. I do want to be a librarian, and I know I have to work for it and then work as it.

We've been reading the A Song of Ice and Fire books. I bought us the first book and then before it got here I bought a set of the first four paperbacks so we could read right along, and it worked well. I finished the second book last night and Josh finished the first today, so we haven't had any unpleasant "HurryupIwanttoreadthat!" moments. We agree that the Lannisters aside from Tyrion are meant to be hated. I hope Arya survives--it seems like she will-- and I hope Theon gets exactly what's coming to him. And Joffrey. I already know Joffrey does (look, sometimes a girl has to know these things, and that is what the internet is for!), so I just hope it's as bad an end as he is a person. I hope Sansa gets stronger and smarter and I hope Bran and Rickon stay okay. I am inclined to think they should all bow down before Dany but highly doubt they will. Damn.

So, Lannisters bad. Oatmeal good! I finally tried it, and it's been the perfect breakfast for the cool mornings we've been waking up to. Sometimes it warms up and sometimes it doesn't. It's usually at least a little windy, so we've opened up the windows when we get home almost every day. Ah, apartment! Furnished! Josh bought us a beautiful fancy table and a REALLY nice bedroom set. I type this entry from atop our fanfuckingtastic mattress. It is amazing. I hope we do not lose our jobs, because if we do not get a mattress this nice the next time we need a mattress I will be so sad.

I love you, first world. You are wicked and awful in many ways, but I love this bed and I love the man that bought it for us to share and I love our nice apartment where we can feel safe and do as we please.

Trying to be more active lately. Signed up for a Zumba class which was great the first week (when the regular instructor was stuck at home with a chicken poxy kid) and then... less than stellar, when she came back. I'll go to the rest of the classes since I've paid for them, but I don't think I'll sign up for others at the studio. I'm hoping to find other classes, maybe an independent instructor like the one I liked in Florida. So that's the oof bit of this entry-- I don't know if it's because she's from the midwest (and here I thought I was assimilating so well), or because she hasn't taught much Zumba before, but her rhythm is... well, off, if there at all, and the moves are dumb. I want to Zumba, dammit! Shake shake shake, sweat sweat sweat! Coo coooooooooo!

Life goes on.

*There are Piggly Wiggly stores up here (I thought they were only in Georgia). The accountant at work made a note for me this morning: "Please mail Pig Wig checks separately." I love pig in a wig jokes so I almost died laughing and now I will always think of Piggly Wiggly stores as being staffed by Pigs in Wigs. And may our precious porcine lord be with you all.