Sometimes it’s as if nothing has changed.

Sometimes it’s a strain to see eye to eye.

Sometimes we just can’t communicate.

Sometimes the fact that there’s a divorce going on jumps up and bites us on the ass.

I’m not trying to “put you in your place.” I’m trying to gracefully move apart, trying to admit defeat and move on with my life. I cannot survive this if I cling desperately to what was. I feel like crap as it is.

I love you. But I’m not going to pretend that we’re not going on with our own, separate lives. If it looks or sounds like I’m pushing you away… I’m not pushing, but I am trying to keep you at arm’s length so I can keep my perspective. Doing otherwise would lead us down a path that can only ultimately bring even more pain. Yes, more than what we’re already feeling.

Perhaps this doesn’t help. Perhaps this doesn’t answer the question. I can’t do any more than I already am, though.

(BlueCalx moment: Hey, you should go visit greyduck.net right now. Yeah.)

Attention, attention: We have changed from root beer to orange juice as the beverage of choice.

I love orange juice. Actually I love most citrus juices, but orange juice is the best. Minute Maid makes a darned tasty juice, while Tropicana’s tastes a bit too “raw” for me.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to heat up a corn dog, pour another glass of OJ and watch more Lain.

This whole “sitting in front of the computer and typing almost non-stop” thing is great, but I need to get the numbness out of my butt, the soreness out of my shoulder and some energy back into my body.

If you need me, I’ll be wandering aimlessly around the house… on and off. (Okay, so I’m not going to get very far from the computer. This is ME we’re talking about here, folks.)

What do you think, by the way? Is it working? Does it look good? Feedback, people, feedback! I’m workin’ in a vacuum here, and we know that all nature abhors a vacuum…

Wendi arrived from her DJ gig, flush with tip money. Woo hoo! I unloaded her van, and now she’s off to the store to pick up things we’ll need for tomorrow and what-not. Then she’s going to hit the hay since she has another very busy day ahead.

Lucky her. Sorta. At least I’ll have the luxury of sleeping parts of my day away tomorrow.

I know what I’ll be spending at least part of my time on. Dishes, garbage and laundry.

That’s right, folks. Do I know how to live, or what? I’d really like to get the damned houseflies out of the house, though, and given the pigsty that our house has become and given that I’m not leaving the house today… it’s a good match, wouldn’t you agree?

Mind you, I’ll be drafting the children for some of it. Their room really needs a good-clean, and they can pick up the living room. Mwahahaha…

What do you know? I was a productive member of the household for almost half an hour. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, which also meant cleaning out the sink and throwing away all kinds of foodstuffs left out for the flies to graze upon.

Next time, garbage. No, not Shirley Manson and company, sad to say.

Also next time, pictures. Not of bunnies, sadly (still waiting for Erica to be home for that) but of what happens when plastic utensils are left in an oven when that oven is turned on by someone who didn’t know that dirty dishes were being stored therein. Yeah, it’s kinda neat but mostly just geeky.

And it’s bloggable, which is what this is all about: Finding goofy things to fill 24 hours’ worth of entries. Yeah.