I'm still alive.

Yesterday was G's and my Craigslist-iversary, marking 1 year since the day when we discovered that one and another exist!

As star-crossed lovers, I thought it would be appropriate to pursue a celestial theme. I gave a red star lamp to my Scarlet Star; took her to OMSI for her very first planetarium experience (it made her cry!); went out for Cosmic Bowling. ...Well, actually "extreme bowling" at the AMF lanes on 92nd -- but it had black lights and star-shaped gobos, which was pretty good by me. We were dying, so dinner happened at Old Wives' Tales instead of at home. Finally back home, we looked through the other ads that each of us had been pondering a year ago...

Thursday I went out to Spidey 2 again with mph & Leopoldo. Friday I went out shopping for secret stuff -- and managed to find replacement notebooks for my journaling. (Thank god!) [Oops: Actually, I found my notebooks on Thursday, after I went to the dentist downtown, to get a filling replaced.]

Friday night G and I wrote letters to each other, as a way of marking the Craigslist-iversary. ...Only a few days left til our anniversary proper: August 7. Holy crap! One year!

To ponder: A year -- that's astronomical. It's about the Earth going around the sun. A decade -- that's anatomical. The only reason we give a damn about using base 10 is because we've got ten fingers.