i am just one big mound of sleepy today, is what i am. it’s all chilly and rainy out and sitting in this freezing office is, quite frankly, just about the last place i’d like to be. although i suppose it’s better than being on hoth, the frigid ice planet. but just barely. i mean, it’s cold enough down here that i’m going to be slicing open my tauntaun any minute now.

gah. xmas is now what, two weeks away? i still have to do shopping for everyone, once i get paid on thursday. my family swears up and down that we aren’t doing the exchange of gifts this year, but they’ve been saying that for years now. i wish they’d just tell me what the fuck they want so i could buy it instead of having to guess because they’re in some kind of gift-giving-related denial. on a slightly different note, i still have no idea what to get jim. he says not to bother, but really. of course i’m going to bother, especially as i’ve been informed that my gift has already been purchased. the trouble with him is that he pretty much just buys what he wants, and if there’s something he wants and hasn’t bought it’s probably because its price is over four digits. but no worries! i will use my leet ninja-like observation skillz and figure something out.

when spencer moved out of the apartment in july and i took over the rent, i was really into the living-by-myself thing. i liked being able to sleep, eat, clean etc. according to my needs alone. i really liked supporting myself completely - paying the rent and all the bills on my own. i never had to deal with other people’s schedules, like i did when i was living with chrissy and two other girls at nyu. there was none of the bickering over whose turn it was to do the dishes, whose leftover chinese was rotting in the fridge, who had loud friends over when someone else was trying to study for finals. it was divine. for the past month or so, though, i’ve been sharing my apartment with jim. for all the joys of living alone, i don’t really miss it. i thought i would. i’ve always been big on privacy, for example. but living with jim is a very, very different thing from living with three other randomly assigned roommates, or even living with spencer while i looked for another place. we’re living together for no other reason than because we want to. there’s no logistical necessity driving this - he could go back to his place any time he wants to, and indeed he does once in a while. and the perks of living alone are, i think, topped by the perks of living with jim. i like just having him around. i like being able to take a break from whatever project i’m working on and wander into the other room to be with him for a bit. i like coming home and finding him napping on my bed, or cooking, or playing crazy taxi or something. i like letting him know what time i’ll be home. and i think maybe my favorite part is having him to sleep next to. our schedules are very different, meaning we don’t always go to sleep at the same time, but it’s just delicious to wake up when he comes to bed, or curl up next to him if he’s already asleep. i don’t really feel like i’ve given up any of the independence i struggled so hard to gain, it’s just that now i have someone to share it with.

plus, he’s a sexy bitch. bonus!