22 november 1999

It's been a while. I've been busy, trying to get this new job off the ground. I'm working for a staffing company, trying to manage their presence on the Internet. It would be better if they would give me more jobs to post and if I had a bigger budget for using paid boards, but I don't, so my hands are somewhat tied.

It's an okay job, but hardly an intellectual challenge. I'm so very very tired of doing non-creative things. I am just not a business-minded person.

So many other things are going on... I'd get so much done if I just didn't have to work! I met a wonderful man named Jon, through the East Kingdom mailing list. To make a long story really, really short, we fell in love, he moved down here to Massachusetts from Maine to be with me, and now we live in a really nice apartment in Worcester. I've never been happier in my life. Living with a man who loves me beats all hell out of a) living with Adam, the bastard, b) living with my parents (who I love, but am way to old to live with), and c) living in a semi-condemned house in Concord, NH with a psychotic cat.

We went to our first Pennsic War this past summer. It was stressful, since I had agreed, before Jon and I ever met, to coordinate the crying of the camp, and it turned into a full-time job. As a result, things got a little strained between us, but we worked it all out in the end. Pennsic is something that can be described, but you really have to go to get the full effect.

He just started a new job as a consultant, working on a hardware audit for GTE Internetworking. Now, as far as we're concerned, the money is, as my friend Eleanor would say, non-trivial, but the downside is that it's a third shift job. Right now he's working in Cambridge, but before we know it he'll be on the road and away from home for two or three weeks at a time.

I'm going to miss him. The house is so empty without him. I've had days when I wanted time to myself, but I've never wished to sleep alone, and now I have to. That bites. I mean, we spend the evening together, but he has to leave at ten or so and I have to go to bed alone. I feel so safe and cozy with him next to me, and I'll get that once a week, maybe, for the next six months.

Oh well. It's only six months, not the least of our lives, so I guess I can deal. That doesn't make the house any less empty or the bed any less cold.

Bleah.