June 18th, 2015

[entry for Thursday]

This is kind of impressive, actually. Before, when we were still at the apartment, when I would wake up before Jen and play Tidal Trouble in Flight Rising to earn her treasure, it took about three hours to get to 75,000. Now, perhaps because I'm focusing and really pushing to get it done, or maybe just because of the determination to keep doing that for her, it takes two hours to not only get the 75,000 you can from the Fairground, but also the 3,000 from Tomo's Trivia Tablet, which requires a bit of switching between tabs to find answers. I won't say how much treasure I'm at so far, because I don't want to chance her reading this and the surprise to be spoiled, but I've only missed one day as yet.

It's a nice routine to get into, too. Wake up about 9:30am, get started on that right away, be finished by 11:30-ish, and have all the rest of the day afterward to work on things. Then, anywhere from 11 - 12pm, head upstairs for bed, and be asleep by 1am at latest. I know that's going to change once I go back to work, but something can be figured out for then, too. For today, since I can't remember if I mentioned it previously or not, my next shift will be on Friday the 26th, and I hope to still have enough time to write in here, and get onto the other things I want to do before we go grocery shopping.

I mostly wanted to write about a couple dreams I had last night. As one might guess, they concerned Jen, and it's strange, really, that for the fact that we're separated, and still can't see each other for another month and a half yet, you'd think having those dreams would start my day off in a bad way, but it's only been one single time so far that I've felt anything like that. Back during the first couple days, I dreamt that I was walking through her house, from the back door to the front, and the only light available was from some candles placed throughout. I didn't see her at all, but with every step I took, I felt more and more like I was entering a space where I wasn't wanted, and like it was wrong for me to even be there. I mentioned that to my dad the following morning, and he said that from what he knows about dreams, usually the things you dream about are the last things to happen in real life.

So bearing that in mind...

(the two I had last night are like polar opposites)

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I feel like I use this word a lot lately, but honestly, toward the second one, I would be so overjoyed and ecstatic if that actually happened, but I feel like what my dad has said about things based on his experiences with relationships, and my mom saying there's a lot of hope for us as well has made my thinking kind of jaded. It's not that I feel absolutely certain that after the two months, we'll be back together again, but I feel a lot more hope for that than I did when I went to bed on that Tuesday night.

Overall, it's just... a lot of uncertainty, but there are better things I could be doing right now. Let's start with making phone calls and digging through bins in the back yard to hopefully find a USB stick...