Periodically, my dad asks me if being married has made me feel 'domestic'. After the initial "did he say domestic or domesticated?" thought, I realize more and more lately that it's a valid question. I worry more about how our home appears to people, although the disarray belies that concern. I enjoy spending time with family more than before and actually look forward to holiday get-togethers and all the cooking and cleaning that goes with them. Maybe 'domesticated' is the proper word after all. I'm not exactly suzy-homemaker. If I had to describe the ways I've changed since getting married, I'd say that I've just adopted more of the traits of a house-wife and adapted them to my own weird habits. I still have my little desk toys. I sleep with at least one stuffed animal within reach. Pretty much none of my clothes actually belong in a 25 year old's closet.

Blah blah blah. I can't write for shit. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother keeping a blog at all. Nothing I say here is interesting or pertinent.

Nicole asked me to go to Padre Island with her and her sister and her friend Stacey. I really do want to go and it would work out because they're planning to go on my days off and be back the night before I have to work next. But I'm just so freaking tired all the time. I can't imagine what a whirlwind road/camping trip would do to my system. Maybe I'm just being DOMESTIC... I dunno. There's just this little voice in my head that tells me I shouldn't go and that while the boy is ok with me being gone, it's not exactly what I want to do so why bother? But I feel bad. I DO want to spend time with Nicole and it seems like the perfect opportunity. Blargh. Maybe I should just go ahead and plan a party for Sunday. Oh! Yeah, I just found out today that I'm off Sunday. EASTER. Of course. Damn my non-believing hide for failing to fully take advantage of the x-tian holidays! I could have made all sorts of plans but I didn't. Because I forgot. Because I do not Believe. Moo ha ha.

I read today on Danielle's diary that Fiona Apple has a new album that Sony is not releasing. What the hell? I heart Fiona. Danielle made a comment about how Fiona's fans can be crazy... I don't guess I've ever really met a Crazed Fiona Fan. Although... when I went to Colorado by myself when I was 16, the man that was supposed to sit next to me did stop and double take and ask me if by some chance I was Fiona Apple. I'm not sure what drugs this man was taking but it was an interesting and never repeated occurrence.