Monday July 27 2015

From UHF.[i]

Waking up around noon.

Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, and Kefir. Oolong Tea.

After my visit to the emergency room a while back for the five stitches above my eye I received a couple exorbitant hospital bills, one I was able to deduct from $790 to $179 but the other it's marked at $4,188. I already had my shocker moment when I received it. For five stitches? Seriously? Because I'm uninsured at the moment I can automatically get it discounted down 30% to $2,931.60. I spend about thirty minutes over the phone with Sentara and was able to apply for financial assistance.



Ana and I go to Trader Joe's together to shop for the week. She comically hates going there when she's not working now for reasons I don't know. We stock up on fruits, veggies, and other necessary things. Getting that 10% discount is pretty nice.

Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Sweet Potato Fries. Honey Green Tea.

Installing a new window regulator on my car. Afterwards, I pass Ana in the house while she sorts through her landfill of clothes.

"Well that was fun," I tell her.

I'm starting a training regimen using the Fitivity app on my phone to increase my vertical jump. My goal is achieve my childhood dream of dunking a basketball. I have high hopes. At the Great Neck Rec working out.

Valencia Orange.

Back home. Cutting my own hair and trimming the beard and 'stache. Showering.

Warming up some soup and adding Sprouted Mung Beans, Broccoli, and Buckwheat Noodles. Sharing the efforts with Will and Ana.

We're showing Weird Al Yankovic's UHF (1989) tonight for Movie Monday but only Will, Ana, and I present.

Something struck a nerve with Ana after the movie. It's not that she didn't enjoy the 80's slapstick humor of Weird Al cause I know she likes this kind of silly stuff. I head up the stairs to meet her in the bedroom. She locked herself in but I unlock it with the tip of a key. I try to get some understanding out of her. She sits in her black computer chair facing the closet, refusing to turn around and face me. I know her period can really disrupt the personal life by enhancing the mishaps and bitterness. She also gets stressed easily when her room is a mess. She keeps mentioning how having all her clothes spread out on the floor stresses her out.


I realized when her and I were at Trader Joe's how commanding I probably sounded when talking to Ana. Just being aware of other people listening and watching us made me aware of our playful but sometimes not playful bickering. I need to work on this aspect of my character. This is what happens to people in relationships after a few years. You get so close that you get lazy with your character – there's no need to act nice. I really don't want to be mean and commanding all the time with Ana. 

We clear our senses eventually and head to the kitchen to indulge on delicate and sweet Thomcord Grapes.

Sleeping next to each other in my bed at 3:40 a.m.

[i] Image from UHF.

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