Damn Wednesday

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Wednesday - First final was ironically a little difficult. I just had some trouble getting all the preamble out, the information and arguments were fine. Second "final" was much easier. My friend Sara didn't fare so well, but here's hoping that the grading curve only applies to the class as a whole, not the 10% we're getting for these classes. Finally went grocery shopping after school. Stopped at Whole Foods, hedged for a while, but finally bought some oatmeal. In the interests of health, went to Henry's and bought TVP after that. Henry's now has oatmeal on sale for $.59, so I'd have bought it there if I hadn't bought it at WF. Also picked up some flowers for Ken, then headed home. I ate a small thing of TVP, and a small thing of oatmeal, then got cleaned up and laid down for a while. 4:20 rolled around, so I made a thing of Emergen-C for him, put it in the fridge, and laid down. 4:45 rolled around, then 5, then 5:30. Ken finally called - it had been the day at the races for his office, and he was going to meet Nikki for drinks at Martini's. Oh. Okay. She'd had a rough day with Daniel or somesuch, and he was being a good friend. I spent most of the rest of my evening eating TVP and oatmeal. Ken came home around 7, and talked about the counsel he'd given. The gist of it is that Daniel is apathetic and Nikki has ambition. He had begun to talk about how he decided to stay with me. He was coming from a good place, but he mentioned my coming home drunk and "wetting" the bed, and I just said I disagreed. This spawned an ENORMOUS argument. He was a little tipsy, and to be perfectly honest, I was a little miffed about the afternoon. He hadn't noticed the Emergen-C, he hadn't noticed the flowers, and I really did just disagree. I even tried to leave it that we simply believed different things about the night in question. He eventually left to go get dinner, came back and turned the TV on. I remembered our discussion the other week about how I never make the first move, so I took the initiative and read my text book out in the living room. We spoke a few words, though not really to each other so much as to the general room. PMFR was alright - as much as I think Keith was kind of cute, and I really felt bad for him coming from (and going back to) Utah, he was kind of an ass, and not very talented. We laid down, still pretty much silent, and I put a hand on him.