Sticky Keys... hahaha

I got an email this morning from a friend. I didn't know it was someone I knew until I clicked on their profile, but it scared the hell out of me. Basically it said that he had a nightmare and it really shook him up. He wanted me and Duane to be careful for the next few days. This person is not the type to be superstitious AT ALL. In fact I can recall a few occasions where he called some of my beliefs crazy. I don't know if there is merit to it or not, but I had further discussion with him and decided that I don't want to take any chances. I love my life now. I have too much left to do.  

Duane and I went to IKEA on Saturday to look around and get an idea of how we want to decorate our apartment. Some things we agreed on... other things we did not. There were, however, specific tastes that we shared and I am so excited. (Especially about what we are going to do with the bedroom, and it's all based around this one lamp. It's gorgeous.) The fact that he wants to be involved in the entire decorating thing is even more interesting to me. My environment is very important to me, and I am so happy to have him to share it with. And so relieved that we can agree on ideas. (Even if we didn't agree on the political ideas we were discussing in the car on the way there. I'll avoid that topic.)

I was catching myself missing some "things" last week. I think that the trip to IKEA helped with that.  I don't like the fact that I have to re-establish all of the materialistic things that make life more comfortable, but I think I would rather have it that way than to have to deal with the memories attached to certain things.

Dave is irritating me btw. If anyone reading this bothers to see him (I am sure some of you do) perhaps you could suggest to him to pay off the cable bill he has in my name that is 2 months overdue or at least have the decency to return my phone calls to explain why he has not. Also if anyone can find out the status of my Fat Joe I would appreciate it. I don't know if he is ok or not, but he was supposed to go to a foster home as soon as Dave called me to tell me he had returned. I never heard from him. I also never heard from him regarding the divorce papers he supposedly filed finally. I can't say that any of this behavior surprises me, but I won't get into that. Why drag out things that died long ago?

(Holy crap I just discovered 'sticky keys' LOL Tap the shift key 5 times... SEE!?)