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I was just sitting here, getting into some portfolio coding, when I heard something. Something like tornado sirens.

That’s my cue to turn on the TV and check the local news. From the bit I heard and saw, Lucas County is under a Tornado Warning and will be hit by the storm in question in about 25 minutes.

Weather.com says the storm is “capable of producing a tornado,” and that it also is capable of producing destructive straight line winds.

Hmm. Should be an awesome storm. I’m looking forward to it.

As for my portfolio… I’ll just be sure to save often.

Update, 7:15pm: As promised, awesome storm. Too short, but awesome. Sat outside on the front step until it started to downpour. Sat in the living room with a candle and Channel 13 News until the danger of tornadoes passed. Now, I’m back to the portfolio… but with a window open.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I hate having effed-up dreams wherein Aaron and I have weird relationship issues. Even though I know we’re perfectly fine in our marriage, it always makes me wonder if my subconscious is seeing something I’m not.

Last night, dream-Aaron and I got married after having done a courthouse wedding a week or so before. (That was an odd dream sequence in many ways, but not particularly disturbing.) Then we went out and partied, but the bar was playing a song that Aaron associated with bad memories from high school, so we left and went elsewhere. Later on, he left me alone to go hang out with some guy friends and have a bachelor party of sorts. I wandered the streets alone, and found him some time afterward standing in a doorway with a friend or two, smoking a freshly-lit cigarette — which I immediately called him on.

Both before and after the bachelor party, I remember that we had some serious and deep dream-conversations about us. I don’t remember what they were about, specifically, but I awoke disturbed and uneasy.

This couldn’t all stem from the fact that I didn’t do the dishes last night like I told Aaron I would… could it?

Aaron went back to work today, after two weeks of vacation. Two weeks of coming home to my honey at 5:15pm and not having him leave for work fifteen minutes later. Two weeks, granted, of being less productive than I should have in the evenings, thanks to spending quality time with my honey.

I should be happy tonight, though. I have a job lead that is (bad news) a good 40-minute commute away, but (good news) would pay literally double my current salary. I should be so effing stoked right now.

Instead? I’m in a weird, lonely, unmotivated mood. I’ll probably curl up in front of the Food Network shortly, and call my evening a wash.

My husband is on vacation for the next two weeks. We should be having snoo-snoo EVERY NIGHT, given that we usually see one another for a grand total of 15 minutes on the weekdays, and this Evening Togetherness thing is quite a treat.

Instead? Yesterday I made myself too much dinner, and ended up too full to… well, you know. This evening, I’ve been totally exhausted, on top of having the most fascinatingly uncomfortable gas cramps. (TMI? Yeah, I know.)

So, yeah. I feel like a doofus. Tomorrow is aikido and zen meditation, both of which I should really attend, since I didn’t go at all last week. But that means I won’t get home until 9pm. Assuming I don’t feel like this tomorrow evening, that is; if I do, there’s no way in hell I’m going to aikido.

Dammit. I go off The Pill to get my libido back and stop being so goddamn cranky, and now we can’t even manage to have Happy Time at all.

*sigh*

I have another week and a half to get my mojo going. Plus a camping trip on Sunday. If that doesn’t at least engender some grab-ass… I dunno.