11 05 pm pdt [ horribly perfect ]

Matthew is horribly stressed about a presentation he has to give tomorrow. It is always the same: he is certain it will be horrible and then it turns out to be perfect.

We went by his old house to pick up silverware and such, and so that he could work on an animation he is doing for the Symphony. His laptop goes with him everywhere, but his desktop machine is still at the old house (and has no desk when we move it to the new place). No computer desk feels like poor planning to me. Matthew seems to think it is fine.

I feel as though Matthew's high-stress attitude about everything is beginning to wear off on me. It's not his fault; I just absorb traits of those I spend time with.

At his old place, I gathered the rest of my plants on the porch. I took him out for sushi while his animation was rendering, and then we loaded up the car without packing very much of his stuff. I guess we're leaving it all for this weekend...

[ 3 years: ]

three years ago today: I didn't write because I didn't feel like it.

two years ago today: Thankfully, last night I made it till 6 am, when I awoke from a dream of which I only remember the name River Boat Annie.

one year ago today: He said that we had eight hours of free time a day: eight hours of work, eight hours of sleep, and eight hours of free time. That certainly isn't true.