good times

Kirsten's visiting, quite last-minute, because she just finished some exams / part of her course, so it was the best time she could take off and not have to miss much important study time.

The reason that she's come to visit me, though, is because I was feeling like shit. Work's been tough (I have a great life normally, then we get a project that kicks my ass about twice a year, comes with the territory), and we weren't expecting to see each other until the wedding in July.

So, because I was feeling like crap, she decided (at huge expense and hassle) to come and see me.

This is what makes Kirsten so special, and exactly what I need.

I'm a needy, emotionally overwhelming fuckwit. I love and I give and I will do anything for the people I care for, above and beyond my ability to keep myself happy. If I can do something, I will try.

I need someone who matches my level, to make me feel loved, to support my craziness and be as devoted to me as I am to them.

Kirsten's next to me, trashed and sleeping. I love her more than anything I can say.

She throws herself into what I'm doing, my friends, my boozing, my life, everything. Even to the extent that she's a bit overwhelmed.

So I'm sitting here, chilling while my Kirsten snoozes, hoping that neither of us feel too scrappy tomorrow.

All I ever wanted was someone to hold my hand while I went through life, and kirsten does that every day.

We go out for a night drinking with my friends, and she gets dressed up, drinks with us, connects with the people I think are wonderful, and gets demolished in the process.

She loves me so much that she'll get a bit too trashed and need taking home and taking care of.

She's the most wonderful person in the world.

I'll make the stars turn cold for her. I'll pull the sun down from the sky. I'll strangle the sun's orbit and grip the fucking heavens and hold them tight in my fists so that she can watch them.

All I ever needed was to be loved as strongly as I am in love, and she gives me that.

I can make her a delicious breakfast, and show her how much I love and adore her.

I've got the world in my hands, and it feels wonderful.

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FUCK!

I bought some Blinds in a box - super-basic blinds made from card / thick paper, with an adhesive strip.

They could not be simpler (or more cheaply made) - you peel off the strip, stick it to the wall and BAM! - You now have blinds.

I bought the "blackout" sort, because my room was way too bright in the mornings, and OH SHIT they work.

I've just slept in until 1:30 entirely by accident two days on the trot, because I'm not getting the sunshine pouring into the room at 7am. This is really good for my health / sleep pattern, but pretty bad for my job (yup, working weekends again).

They're about £30 from Argos (weirdly, more from their direct website!) and you get 6 of them, which sounds like a fantastic deal until you see what they actually are. They really are LITERALLY a bunch of folded paper with a sticky strip and some plastic clips to close them. They work really well, but they must cost about 5p to manufacture, so you feel a bit ripped off at £5 per "blind" (fan would be more accurate). Oh well. They work!

In other news, I have been eating ALL SORTS OF SHIT since kirsten arrived, because, you know, diets are one thing, but having my girly visiting is entirely more important and there's a lot of tasty foods we need to devour as a team.

Yesterday and the day before contained sushi, crackers and 5 interesting cheeses, chocolate sundaes, wine, strawberries, all sorts of fucking goodies, culminating in a blueberry cheesecake which may as well have been called "caloriegeddon".

So, with some trepidation, I weighed myself today.

I'm down 2lbs again! What the fuck??

Totally not complaining. I'm now at 203lbs, the lowest I've weighed in at, yet. I tend to oscillate within the week by +/- 5lbs (even though I'm weighing myself at the same time / on decent scales / etc), so I'm much more about observing the trend of the graph than the daily value, but fuck me, after a few days "off the wagon", I'm STILL eating sufficiently better than I used to be that I'm STILL losing weight. Christ.

Perhaps kirsten is stealing my energies as I sleep. You can't trust these yanqui types.

I'm going to buy some motherfucking icecream. Oh yes. OH YES YOU HEARD ME.

muahahahhahahahahh.