First Day of Class! Sort Of.

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Friday - Classes didn't start until 9am, but I wanted to be super early, and it's just easier to get up with Ken than not. Selected a decent seat for class - second row, slightly off from center. Forward enough to be eager to learn, back far enough to not draw attention to myself unless I wanted it. Daniel sat next to me, which was swell. Class was kind of a little boring. It's just an introductory class, and the first day to boot, and I suppose I'd rather get everything than be floundering, but still. A group of us walked over to Mimmo's for lunch, and back with plenty of time before class # 2. I also found that one frustrating, though not as much in retrospect. There were some points argued that missed the big picture, and some people that didn't even get those. I got home just a little before Ken, so had time to get cleaned up and the like. When Ken got home, he noticed some peanut butter I'd spilled on the couch from my drunken slumber the night before. I said I'd clean it up, and he responded with "That'd be great." I felt it was uncalled for, so I responded with a sarcastic "thank you" and looked him up and down. He actually took more offense to the look than anything else, and a brief fight ensued. I had actually worried about this - since I've been off of work, and the insurance industry has been taking a beating, he sometimes comes home stressed, and I need to be understanding. Now that I'm starting law school, I will also be stressed. This isn't really a big deal, since I'm apparently going to be at the library until 7pm at night. Anyway, I decided we probably weren't going to get anywhere fighting, so I decided to just drop it and asked him what he'd had for dinner the night before. He responded with "food." And we stopped talking again. He laid down for a nap in our room while I was on the computer, and I laid down for a nap in the living room. I woke up to him sitting at my waist, talking on the phone, and just kind of curled around him. When he got off the phone, we talked for a while. He mentioned that he doesn't feel it's fair that he always has to be the one to reach out after a fight or a disagreement. I certainly can't disagree that he mostly does, but also mentioned my fear that I'll reach out and he'll slap my hand away. His solution? I should then try harder. I had a good internal laugh over that, and we talked a while longer, but eventually came to a place where we were both happy. We left to go get him some dinner, chicken nuggets and a side salad from Wendy's, and onion rings from Burger King. Back at home, I made the last little bit of my pasta, and then headed over to Justin's to help him make jell-o shots. I'd never made them before, but found a recipe for the strongest possible ones, and I was able to use the entire bottle of vodka he'd bought. Back at home, Ken was setting up the Life game with Dallas, and Brandon joined us. Ken won again, though much much much more narrowly this time. Ida Corr was singing at The Flame, but the cover dissuaded me from going. I dropped the boys off, and told Ken to call me when he was ready to come home, and he instead asked for my keys, in case he wanted to walk home "or whatever." Even though we're supposed to be monogamous, I've been burned enough times to not really trust that he won't just get drunk and forget that. I'm on my way to trusting, I'm just not there yet. Back at home, I tried to complete my school work, but zonked after about 5 pages. Ken came home around 1:30, having walked home with Dallas. We chatted a while when he got home, mostly about Chris and Matthew and how he disapproves, but it never got too heated. Finally able to cuddle. Swell stuff.