A week apart and away.

Beef did the greatest thing! He set up Ray's pool house as a little bungalow for us to live in all last week. I was so impressed with him. He got tea candles, a little coffee machine, a nice shag rug and beanbags for us to sit on while we watched Survivor and Apprentice, and he even raided Ray's DVD collection for a whole library of movies he knew I'd been wanting to watch. We had a mellow week of relaxing at the pool, going out to eat, and curling up with Seabiscuit, Perfect Storm, Pump Up The Volume, etc. On Friday he even gave me a beautiful Tiffany 1837 bangle, totally out of the blue! He gave it to me kind of goofily, hidden in a carved-out donut that he insisted I take a "very delicate bite" out of, but after some soap and water it was sterling as new again.

It's going to be hard to go back to work at Applebee's tomorrow, but the week off really helped get me centered again. I might not even need to hide in the walk-in freezer and cry when the cooks send me in for bags of wings and riblets.

Beef's back

The other night Beef cooked this really fatty dinner and flipped out when I didn't eat any of it. He knows I'm trying to lose weight! It was kind of scary -- he threw our plates in the trash and stormed out, and was gone for almost twenty four hours. I was a little bit used to this sort of thing from last time, but overall, throwing plates in the garbage and leaving for a whole day just isn't a great communication skill.

He had cooled down when he finally came home, and he apologized and gave me one of those little red plastic-film chinese fish that curls up in your palm. This was a big relief because he only gets those when he eats at Plum Garden, and he only eats at Plum Garden when he's been searching his soul (there's this dim corner booth that he likes to sit in for hours at a time, ordering different kinds of soup and Franzia). When he's feeling alright he always goes to Mr. Wok, that cheap place that I'm convinced uses feral chickens.

Worried about Beef

I think Beef's been getting high too often during the day. Just now I came home from my afternoon shift at Applebee's (I'll explain later) and he was standing silently in the kitchen, pretending to prepare food. He had pans on the burners, an empty butter dish on the counter, and a couple whisks and spoons set out next to the stove. He even had an apron on. I snuck past him and am just goofing around online until he finishes whatever he thinks he's doing and asks if we can order Domino's.