Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, August 5th, 2001 - Through the Eyes of Others

Life is very odd right now. I think it's hitting me how much my life has changed, and while it's all good change, part of me is a bit bewildered by it all. Other parts of me, however, are reveling in it.
The reveling part was out in full force yesterday at Karen's mafia party. There were an assortment of people there, from people I've only met once and liked very much (such as Jenn), new people who I took a liking too very quickly (such as Boo, Mary, Renee etc.) as well as folks I see all the time (such as Susan and, of course, Tim).
The game, mafia, is a bluffing game that I always thought I sucked at, but I managed to win (as mafia) a rather tense, delicate game that came down to a final three people. I love winning. I tried not to gloat too much :-) The nice thing about mafia is that another game is quickly played and, if you won the last time, you're likely to get killed quickly the next few games. Ah, well. It keeps one from getting too smug, which I am wont to do.
Tim and I soon realized that we gave other people too many hints about the other when we sat next to one another. I was just thrilled to be at a party as part of a couple. I know I've been to several parties now where I'm part of a couple with Tim, but it's still a relatively new thing for me. I think yesterday it was combination of the game and new people acknowledging our coupledom that made me aware of how odd this still feels. Or perhaps it's the fact that we're acknowledged as a stable (or at least, serious, not temporary) couple that feels different. Yeah, that's it. I've had dates before, but it's been a long, long while since I've had a "steady" boyfriend (and even then, the last time I was sharing him). And, let us not forget, this whole living together thing. It makes it really hard to dismiss lightly, you know?
Heh. Sorry. Here, I don't write for days and days and then you get me musing about my relationship and how it's viewed in public. And, I think I should go now; Tim is burning pancakes (by trying to read bridget jones at the same time and getting horribly distracted), so I should go help. Or at least marshall. Have a lovely Sunday, y'all.

Exercise log:
Bah. Must get into gym this week, as physical therapy exercises hardly count.
Writing log:
Have a good start on my Midnight Robber article
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner
Outlining for two kinds of studyin':
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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