October 15, 1999

Last night Keith and I were sitting on the couch randomly flipping through channels, because there was nothing good on TV. We thought "Action" came on at 9, but it didn't, so we must have misremembered its schedule. I'd finished doing my nails and it was almost time for bed, but not quite, and there was just freakin' nothing on TV.

Is there any better time for good lovin'? So I scooted over to Keith's side of the couch and we started to sort of semi-make out, and things were progressing along nicely, and I was in my making-out groove, and then I noticed this sound. This sound at regular intervals. The sound of.. hard to think because I'm kissing Keith.. what is that.... HEY! THAT'S THE TV CHANGING CHANNELS!

Sure enough, Keith had the remote in his hand. I jumped off the couch and glared at him accusingly, but he just dissolved into hysterical laughter and almost fell off the couch because he was laughing so hard. Great. This is just great. Here I am feeling all amorous, and he's flipping the remote? Argh!

He swears that he was only doing it to get a rise out of me, which he says "succeeded admirably." But what I think was that that guy reflex to switch channels just took over, and even though he was kissing me, he had the remote in his hand, so he just HAD to flip, there was no choice, you put a remote in a guy's hand and he can't help it, he has to flip. So I guess it wasn't really his fault, the same way that sneezing isn't somebody's fault, but I still feel somewhat miffed.

The other thing that Keith did last night was while we were lying in bed with the lights out. We were talking about something or other, and for no reason he started whispering. So I whispered back, and then I realized, hey, we're whispering to each other even though we're alone in the bedroom of our otherwise-unoccupied house.

I whispered, "Hey, why are we whispering?" And Keith whispers back...

"Because if they hear us, they'll get us."

Argh! That's like, number six on the list of "Ways to Totally Freak Jan Out". I smacked him with my pillow and told him that wasn't very funny. He seemed apologetic, but I think he was still smirking.

In other news.We have a friend visiting from out of town tonight. We met him over the Internet. I guess to some people that might sound weird and scary, but it's pretty natural for us, considering that's how WE met. Anyway, he's driving in from Montana, and we're putting him up for the weekend.

It's going to be a nice change to show someone around Seattle rather than showing them around Chicago. Every time anybody visited me in Chicago, they always wanted to see the sights of the city, so I'd obligingly give them the Grand Tour. I must have gone to the Art Institute, Buckingham Fountain, the Miracle Mile, and the Sears Tower more times than half the tour guides in the city. I mean, I like going to those places too, but it's going to be nice to give someone a different tour this time around.

I'm relatively new to Seattle, so Keith planned lot of the touristy-type stuff. We're going to take our friend on a ferry boat ride, if we have time, and we're going to take him shopping downtown (he said he wants to "go shopping for stuff he can't find in Montana". I said, "well, that narrows it down"), and on Sunday we're eating dinner at the Space Needle. Hopefully it will not be too cloudy so that we can actually see the view.

We also have a grudge match of Trivial Pursuit to take care of, but I'm positive I can win handily. I will keep all of you updated.

Thanks a lot, PamieThanks to Pamie and yesterday's coffee soliloquy, I have started drinking coffee again. I thought I'd kicked the habit, but oh no, now it's back. I have to tell you, though, without coffee in the morning I really drag, so it's nice to have my former alertness back. My Grandma has a coffee habit, too. Every afternoon around 3PM she settles in with her first cup, and there's multiple refills after that. She told me once that it was the worst habit a person could ever have, and that it's impossible to kick. I didn't believe her, because come on, she's my Grandma, what does she know about addiction?

Ha. I gotta wrap up this entry, because it's time for me to go fill up my third cup.

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