Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Almond Milk. Irish Breakfast Tea.
Ana and I get into this argument/episode while cooking our individual oatmeal. Mine is always a thick consistency and hers is always really soupy. She takes it really personally when I call it “soup”. In my mind I’m just poking fun at her but she says the tone in my voice is very critical and it makes her feel like I’m saying my oatmeal is better than hers. There’s some unnecessary yelling but eventually we explain ourselves upstairs while our bowls of oatmeal get cold. I have to be careful and aware of the things I say to her cause sometimes she gets triggered emotionally. It’s not her fault cause everything springs from our childhood. As of late, this relationship is teetering on disaster but we keep the “power” and I’m not gonna let it die.
At the Rec shooting the basketball around.
Scrambled Eggs. Blueberry Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Iced Coffee.
Watching Dark Phoenix (2019).
Austin, Will, and their dad are here moving out all of Austin’s furniture and stuff from his room. It’s really happening. And we still haven’t clamped down a new roommate yet.
Doing all kinds of tasks – cleaning – organizing around the house and at the studio.
Practicing drums.
Tempeh with Onions, Celery, Brussel Sprouts, Carrots, and Quinoa.
Back at the studio changing strings on a couple guitars and playing more drums.
Talks in her bedroom:
Ana has continually said off and on throughout our relationship that she doesn’t want to be in it anymore. I continue to defend it and explain how we have to make a choice even when the flame fizzles out. While Elvis spastically runs around the room we dive deeper into these topics...
Later on, she’s lying next to me in my bed.
“You hear the crickets,” I ask.
“They’re loud.”
“They’re rooting for us.”
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