06.07.00, two

I'm not sure how I feel abotu dressing up for concerts. I mean, i'm going to the Nine Inch Nails show tonight, and except for a change of t-shirt (I don't get many other opportunnities to wear my "Ebola Zaire" shirt), I'm wearing exactly what I wore to work.

The slug grabbed a fresh NIN tshirt and is wearing his kilt. And combats. (I wish he'd dress up more often.. hubba-hubba! Good legs!) Usually, he's a cutoffs and t-shirts person.

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06.07.00

I may have inadvertantly wronged my slug. Maybe the negativity and uckiness I've been getting off him is all job stress.. lord knows the tech world is none too stable at the moment.

I'm beginning to think that I'm more ferret than I thought I was.. somehow, I wound up with his pillow last night.. I was all curled up around it, and it was as far from his side of the bed as it can get without being off the bed. I also managed to twist the blankets into an unrecognizable mass. I don't know what I did.

I'm terribly amused by this. (I'm also more rested than I've been in well over a month. It feels really good.)