Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, August 12th, 2001 - Gorilla Warfare

It's so very late in the day! Honestly, I'm used to waking up on a weekend to discover it is well past noon, but dear Tim was rather taken aback by it, I'm afraid.
We were up late last night discussing our living arrangements. I'm finding out just how very territorial I am about my room, especially my bed, and poor Tim is the canary in the cave. Anyway, we had to work some stuff out last night, make sure we both feel comfortable in our own home. More than ever I'm thinking I need to gut my room, move a bunch of stuff out of it (the clutter makes me nervous even when no one is sharing the space with me, so it's bound to be worse when someone is sleeping there with me every night) and rearrange it so the bed is accessible from both sides. Eventually, if we do end up renting the entire house by ourselves, I think I'll take over the front bedroom and make my current room our bedroom. That way, I can have a room that is still entirely mine, with my desk and clothes and stuff in it, and the room/bed we sleep in will be official shared space. And, since this is likely not to happen for months and months, we both have time to get used to living together.
I don't know exactly what's wrong with me these days. I think things were so wonderful with Tim all along that I didn't really sit down and think about issues I might have living with my lover. I've been single much, much longer than Tim has ever been, which is part of the reason I think I'm having more trouble adjusting to all this. For Tim, it's perfect, it's easy. The boy has a fairy godmother, I swear.
Anyway, I feel better having talked stuff out last night. But it was unexpected after such a lovely date.
So, our date. I took Tim to one of my favorite Vietnamese restaurants, The Vo Restaurant. I have had takeout from this place many, many times, but this is the first time I sat down and ate there. They treated us very, very well, somewhat bow-and-scrape, but not enough to make it uncomfortable. We had beer and Imperial rolls to start off with, both of which were yummy. I ordered their special that night, which was salmon baked in rice paper with ginger and carrot. Oooh, it tasted a little like David's Ginger Carrot Soup, but with exceptionally fresh, flaky fish cooked to perfection. Ahhhh. Tim greatly enjoyed his dinner, which was a stir-fry with shrimp, beef and chicken (I think). I also ordered my previous favorite, Lemongrass Tofu, to take home, but it pales in comparison to my fish. It was a delightful dinner, one that I used to dream of having when I was so lonely and single.
Then we went to see Planet of the Apes at the Grand Lake. I loved it. Tim Burton is a visual genius, as the movie was so well done, so full of eye-candy and cool things to look at, that I could forgive the gaping holes in the plot. Actually, I kinda thought the plot was neat, too; not brilliant or anything, but fun. Near the end, I couldn't resist leaning over to Tim and singing softly, "Oh my god! I was wrong!" which is a line from the Simpsons when Troy McClure did Planet of the Apes, The Musical. Anyway, I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would, which is always nice.
And, that's it for now. I'll give Tim back the connection so he can post his Tropism entry. Tonight, dinner with many good folks, but as I can't see the future, you'll have to wait to hear about that later. Ciao!

Exercise log:
Bah. Laundry, the first time we combined our loads together. I got sweaty; Tim wrote a story. Don't worry, that was my choice; I let him write, as he gets cranky when he hasn't written in awhile. Besides, he helped happily once stuff needed folding, which is when it becomes more of a two-person job anyway.
Writing log:
La, la, la.
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
Sister Noon by Karen Joy Fowler

On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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