Living Positive, FWIW

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Tuesday - Oh, that's where the work was hiding! Ken was in Orange for work all day, so I rarely bothered to check my e-mail. I had thought about getting some cookies and ice cream after work, and even stopped by the La Jolla TJ's, but Anthony wasn't there, and I decided just to jet home after that. Laying in bed on Monday, Ken had mentioned that he'd be home around 5:30, though he didn't end up getting home until just after 6:30. Just enough time for a quick "hello" before jetting off to the Positive Living class at The Center. He had been going to have dinner with Nikki, but cancelled on account of how late he got back. As far as the class, I'm not sure what I was expecting - certainly a younger crowd, and a host who didn't look like he was being held there at gunpoint who was a little more enthusiastic, but mostly I was hoping to learn some new things. Fortunately, there were booklets on the table that outlined what we were going to learn in each course. Unfortunately, it was nothing I didn't already know. Take care of yourself, and depending on your strain, you won't need meds for at least 10 years. Stay on those meds as prescribed, and you should live as long as someone who is negative. I did find it ironic that being depressed actually increases death rate. If that news isn't the most depressing thing ever, I don't know what is.
I had been hoping the class wouldn't go for the full 2 hours, or that there would be a break at some point where I could sneak out, but nothing doing. Came back home to find Ken watching the end of American Idol with Anthony and his cute friend. I'd eaten mostly veggies for the day, so I wanted a little something extra to snack on, and made a quick salad. Popped onto the computer rather than watch, had a cocktail, and went to bed shortly thereafter. Ken and I talked about something, though I can't remember what, and ended up having sex. I tried to impress on him that we didn't need to, that I could handle myself, but nothing doing. We're kind of always missionary, which I have no problem with, but I thought I'd change it up all the same. Very wise as the sex was rockin.