Bachelor Week

I have almost completed my first week sans wife since being married, and I have a few thoughts.

One, it sucks. The suck-itude is almost immeasurable due to loneliness and a lack of sex. If you think your lust problem is bad now, wait until you’ve been married and had a whole crap-ton of sex and then are suddenly deprived. I’ve made the claim that it is much worse in this situation, and several of my friends who didn’t believe me in the past and have since become sexually active now have changed their tunes. It universally sucks.

Two, if left to my own devices for long enough, I will revert to a single, living alone, bachelor style. This means I’m cleaner, I go out more, and I do so much stuff with my friends they actually get tired of being around me. Well, mostly I think that is due to me exhausting introverts energy, but nonetheless, much time was spent with friends, and many of them needed re-couping time afterwards and I still didn’t.

Three, Deluth is cool, and I really really really love sitting by lakes and just relaxing. It smells better the further north you go.

Well, the second point is the one that interested me the most since it is new. (I’ve been to Canada more times than I can count, and I’ve been sex deprived on many occasions prior to this). I noticed when I lived alone I could generally find my stuff much easier than when I live with anyone. This is due to people moving my stuff to take advantage of my well laid-out designs so that their stuff would be as comfortably located as my stuff we planned to be. Mostly I blame Rob for this, but seeing as how I blame Rob for most of lifes woes this is nothing new. (Don’t get upset if you are reading this and think I’m hard on the guy, he likewise blames me for most of lifes woes…it is a give and take relationship based around keeping the suck constant of the universe level in our area.) Well, after fights with roommates ensue over said moving of stuff usually some sort of level is reached which leads to problem 2.

I’m cleaner when I live alone, because I’m not afraid to move stuff to make it clean. When you live with people after the fighting over inappropriately moving stuff, you get afraid to move their stuff in case it is something that is inappropriate to move. Or you are just waiting for them to clean up their shit. Either way, I did a good job picking things up yesterday, and straightening. I even sorted the mail into: Bills, Lauren’s and Stuff of mine that needs to be approved for disposal. I would have paid the bills but to the best of my knowledge the checkbook is in California and none of them other than rent is pressing at the moment.

The interesting thing about the stuff moving bit is that it mostly stems around me. I actually have a disorganized look to my organization. That is because I don’t stack, I pile. So there is a pile on my desk, and that pile contains some important things about half way down, and the rest is negotiable as to whether it should exist or not. This doesn’t bother me. If I need the important stuff I dig half way down and find it. Lauren would just throw the whole pile away because I didn’t put it somewhere where important stuff should be, or it isn’t stacked neatly as if it is a pile of something that should matter. So I get mad, and subsequently I act as if she cares the same way I do about piles of stuff. Unfortunately she stacks, and throws away piles of anything that looks unimportant, so yesterday I stacked and threw away piles of unimportant things. And also when I’m gone she stacks my stuff which completely ruins the order of the pile and the important thing is no longer “about half way down.”

I think left to my own devices for about a month I would have pulled every stack of things down from the closet, found all my missing stuff that disappeared into a closet stack when I wanted it in a easily accessible pile, and would have re-piled the whole thing. (*cough*Hands-free cell phone cable*/cough*)

Good thing she is coming home tonight.


Also, I bought a GRILL! Something so awesome that the word had to be in all caps at the end of a sentence. Which after purchasing it made me wonder if it is legal in this state to have a GRILL on the second floor balcony of your apartment. I know that is illegal in Chambana, but it might just be a city thing.

Tonight, the ILLINI win, and I pay too much money for a commemorative book and DVD that highlights the amazing season on their run through the tournament where they beat the previous record for most wins in a season. Come watch it at Calebs. I really want to put that on the projector somehow.

And tonight after I take everyones money at POKER, I pick up my wife from the airport at 12AM and return home only to sleep a little and go to a sales seminar at 8:15 in Bloomington. Seminar for Sales = TEH SUXOR! Engineering = THE AWESOME!!!!! Oh, how I miss engineering.

On the upside of my job though, they are going to start calculating commission for me, and I haven’t landed a couple of big deals yet that may come through soon.

Well that is about it. I have some fairly thoughtful stuff about the Pope and how cool he was to write about later if I have time, but Lunch is almost over and that is a good subject to separate into a separate post.