On Thursday, Ratha and I walked to Claybourne Street (the location of our new apartment). We lay in the back yard after getting back from the grocery store, eating Combos and drinking grape soda. The discussion while we were walking around involved a housewarming party (Ratha seemed to have particular ideas on how this should work, but they didn't mesh all that well with my desires—in particular, I go to large parties “because they're there”, but I have little or no desire to create such things myself). When we were walking back, we talked more about guns. I felt uneasy with myself for giving up so easily on something that had seemed so important to me, but at the same time it truly seems to me that skill is uncovered rather than developed, so I was conflicted.
On Friday, Ratha and I sent out invoices. The one I sent to PC Torque was for $1800, which was less than I would have liked, but given that I had slacked off for most of the month, that was kind of inevitable. I can't say I was actually upset about it, anyway. Hopefully next month I can justify more.
On Saturday Ratha and I went to Ikea and to the mattress store. We went back to the mattress store on Sunday to actually make our purchase there, since we stayed long enough at Ikea that the mattress store was no longer open. We bought a bedframe and side tables at Ikea and a mattress and foundation (sadly, not actual box springs; Ratha found this out after we got them home and felt cheated) at the mattress store. These things went to Claybourne, where we've been working on finishing the wood in preparation for actually moving.
Sunday afternoon, Ratha had a work meeting about database design. I stayed home and cleaned, did laundry, and made dinner. Ratha called during the meeting and told me they'd be going longer than expected, and I told her I wasn't happy with that but was sullen. Then, right after hanging up, I immediately called her back and explained things. This involved pushing through a level of evasion that had been building for a while, about her and my relationships with work and each other.
I realized on Saturday, although too late to actually attend it, that I would have been fine with taking the class at Bullseye. I guess the next step is to find out when another one will be held. Ratha said it could be an advantage since we could investigate other shooting ranges, but I feel that going to the range again in a non-class environment would probably only be discouraging to me without teaching me much.
On Tuesday, Ratha woke up and woke me up when I'd had only 4 hours of sleep. Although I think that sleeping less is a noble goal in the abstract, in practical terms I felt awful. I fully realized that I was being irrationally irritable, but I still seemed unable to control it. We walked to Kiva Han and got coffee, and after that I took a nap, and I felt much better. It's always disturbing for me to find that something has an apparently uncontrollable effect on my mental state.
That night, we went to half price food.
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