Lucky: Being this judgemental is thirsty work....

It is with pursed lips and a scowl that I read Nathan's latest entry.
It's also with total understanding, and admiration that he made it past the halfway point in the first place.

Yesterday was pretty screwed. (Let's just say that my previous opinion of the NSW Legal System, which was already lower than pond scum, has now been downgraded to lower than belly button lint, or the pain of an ingrown toenail.) Stepping into Downing Centre, I snarled at the monster "Thank you for bringing me to the sinkhole of humanity. When we leave, please be so kind as to fetch me some formeldehyde and steel wool?".

I really needed a drink. One - to handle the stress of the day. Two - to express the relief of the ordeal being over. Three - uh...because it's me, you fool.

Instead I spent the remaining hours of my wasted day asian grocery shopping and taking a trip down memory lane. I planned to make a really kick ass dinner (which I did, natch) and settle down to enjoy what could only be positive from this point on. The rest of the evening was spent in a haze of love, optimism, laughs, television, cuddles, and cat hair. It sounds Vom-worthy, I know, but I enjoyed it immensely.

One small dark cloud on the horizon - The Monster, whom I love dearly, is infuriatingly intelligent in all things scientific, electronic, war mongerific etc, but even more infuriatingly absentminded in common life. He is someone who can tell you about wobbly plateaus in space meaning we are one step closer to time travel, but will forget to close the fridge after using the milk. He can install anything with plugs, cables, and frightening flicky switches, but will boil the kettle without filling it first, causing to make an alarming hissing noise.
So when I awoke during night, having gone to bed first, to my consternation the backdoor, and security grill was wide open and the lights in the house were still on, advertising to burglars and busybodies alike our wares for offer. This stressed me no end, (I mean we live in fucking Kings Cross, for christs sake) and I went back to the slumbering monster and mentioned that maybe next time he lock up before bed. Of course, I was completely right. *growls*
An arguement ensued, to my amazement. We managed to sort it out in due time and seal the peace with a cuddle but again I shook my head at the forgetfulness of the Monster.
It had reminded me of fights that we used to have when maybe either myself, or both of us had had a few too many, and would get shouty. Instead now, we had to resolve things calmly, rationally, and with the intent of making each other happy.
So now, he couldn't accuse me anymore of being too drunk to be sensible. I was behaving like an adult.
So there.