Alone time

So, remember my 3-hour per day, I'll Make Good Money and Can Sock It Away for Christmas, or maybe even get ahead on my student loans job? Well, it turns out I like it. I was trying to be positive before, in one of those 'getting out will be GOOD FOR me' kinds of ways, but it also turns out to be one of those good for me kind of things I actually like. Like almonds or roasted asparagus.

And, even better, I am not the only one around here with another job. Lia will be working three nights a week as well, which only makes me happier because it means I will be *alone* sometimes.

Before Lia and I were together I used to institue Alone Weekends every two or three weeks, where I'd run to the store after work on Fridays and pick up enough food to make absolutely sure I wouldn't have to come out of the house again until Monday morning. Then I'd call my Mom and tell her I'd be away, and to email if she needed me, and then I'd have a completely Alone weekend. Just watching movies, writing, reading until I got a headache, and generally acting like a subterranean creature. And I loved every minute of it.

So, while I love Lia like mad and enjoy her company more or less al the time, I am STILL looking forward to Alone Time. Just in 4 hour chunks, but ohmygoodness, they'll be *my* chunks of time. I hardly know what to do with myself. I might give myself a facial or spend an hour trying to do a handstand. The world is wide open.

The only problem is that one of my favorite parts of Alone Time used to be eating like an eight-year-old, and I can't do that now. Drag.