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for the second night, s. is sleeping in my bed, while i am here at the computer "trying" to work on my paper. i can hear the squeaking as she grinds her teeth, a physical manifestation of the anxiousness of her nightmares.

we had a good night, though. she burst through the door announcing happily "HONEY, I'M HOME!" to which i replied "how was your day, dear?" unfortunately, i was not greeting her with slippers and pipe, but sitting on the couch like the lazy ass i am.

we went grocery shopping, because she actually eats during the day, unlike myself. i simply look at food and absorb the calories. we shopped for basics, and i think i did a fairly good job of not letting her impulses get the better of me. i have gained about 15 lbs. since we started seeing each other, simply because you can't really resist the temptation of sharing a pint of ben and jerry's with your lover. i'm having a character in my head spit out "when it comes to love - if i'm not fucking, i'm feeding!" hm. pay no mind to that crass individual; i don't know where he came from.

our purchases totalled $145, which i could not really imagine. even splitting that in half, i have never bought that much in groceries before. mind you, most of my regular fruit and vegetable shopping is done at the market, and there was little fresh produce on our list today.

the total sum also disgusted us in its resemblance to her ex-roommate (aka EvilRoomate now known as "cher") and boyf's (aka Babe now known as "sonny") $150 purchase of groceries in that same hungry spree for food and lust. however, that little shopping trip provided for about 2 weeks. there is no "growing boy" in our relationship, so i doubt we will consume as quickly.

hmm, i can hear the sounds of my brother now home from work. he is taking ice from the freezer. he'd best not be looking for my vodka, of which last night he consumed approximately two inches below the marker i left on the bottle. call me paranoid, but you must also call me justified. i wrapped the bottle in a plastic bag and contemplated sealing it shut with a roll of masking tape. ok. maybe a little possessive and paranoid. but you would do the same if you lived with it as long as i have.

i think the biggest compliment i gave s. today was "i'll let you steal my vodka anytime."