I'll make him smile so I can kill it and eat it

This will probably be long, since I haven't written in here in a while, and also I've been fairly busy, and also I feel like writing for ages, so I will.

The last time I wrote in here, I mentioned an episode of sleepwalking. It was a pretty intense episode of sleepwalking for me, and it freaked me out quite a bit. I have since discovered that I sleepwalk A LOT. Here's the skinny:

Frubs and I were hanging out in the living room a week or so ago, and we heard this clink clink CRASH in the kitchen. Frubs got up and saw that a glass had fallen from the cabinet and was broken on the floor. He assumed one of the cats had done it, but they were all asleep on the chairs in the living room. We thought it was a little weird, just having a glass jump out of the cabinet, but ultimately decided that it was probably put away while still a little wet, right up against the edge, and it must have somehow slipped. While discussing that, I told Frubs that I've noticed other weird things around the house, too. Like furniture being moved, and cabinets being wide open, and doors being closed (we leave all of the doors open for the animals, since they like to hide in and under things and we don't want them trapped anywhere). I wasn't trying to imply that the house is haunted or anything, I was more remarking on how odd it all was.

Long story short: I'm doing it.

I sleepwalk. I sleep arrange my house. It's very disconcerting to know that I get up and do things in the middle of the night and I have no control over it. Though I suppose it is a very effective way to get house chores done, if I could just harness my energy toward cleaning instead of, like, going bullshit crazy around the house. Allen says he and girlfran hear me walking around at odd hours of the night CONSTANTLY, when both of them know Derek and I have gone to bed already. I'm thinking of asking Derek to use his little Asus tablet thing to record the house at night so I can see exactly what I do. This morning, I had 329 steps logged when I woke up at 8. Some of those were legitimate when I was awake, because the Fitbit cycles over at midnight. I did go to sleep officially in my bed at about 12:10, and I did not take 328 steps in the time. It's so bizarre to figure out I'm a sleep walker, and I wonder how long I've been doing it.

Reddit really is one of my favorite places to cruise when I have an hour or so to kill on the internet, and I want a wide variety of the things. For instance, this morning, I found this:

That backlighting, tho.

Things like that pop up all over Reddit all the time. I've gotten pretty vocal on some of the subreddits (like ELI5), and it's enough social interaction that I feel like I maybe don't have to go outside and talk to real people, since I hate them.

It's been a few days since I started this post. The only thing of note that happened is Elvis.

Behold! Elvis:

Evlis is the Queen of Derek's Laundry Pile!!!!

It's been two days of absolute delight. I have so missed having a little bunny of my own to watch binky all about the damn thing. And as a super amazing bonus, Elvis likes to hop on my shoulder and just chill out. It makes me so fucking happy. My phone is absolutely FULL of pictures of her. She's the new love of my life, and she was an amazing present.

Friday was a good day. We got the rest of our engagement pictures. I look fucking AWFUL in them, but hot damn, our photographer is god damn talented. Allen and girlfran went up to Denver with us to review the photos, and they helped us pick out the best ones. Here are the best ones that they all liked the best (I was pretty wildly unhappy with how I looked, so I'm not terribly in favor of my place in the photos, but the photos themselves really ARE Gorgeous:

This space was the most AMAZING wind tunnel, and the fact that I was able to keep my skirt down for the shots taken up here is a god damn miracle. Derek isn't actually a fan of this picture, since I'm in the background and only he's in the foreground. I said that's the best thing about the picture! Nobody thought it was funny.

This picture is my very favorite. I think the monochromatic fore/background is a perfect place for my red dress and Derek's blue outfit. The colors look super fucking dramatic. Plus, my legs look fucking LONG. AND like they disappear into the couch, due to my shoes matching the color pretty much exactly. But I really do like this picture.

Let's not discuss my fat face and my muscle-less arm (that is the broken one). Let's also not focus on how I REALLY should have worn another dress, because the cut of this one is gorgeous for someone with not my body type. I look so angry. I was deeply upset at having my photo taken all day, and this was the end of the session (which ran two hours longer than his normal two hours), so I was fucking DRAINED.

I am loathe to post this one, because this angle is awful, and black and white casts bizarre shadows on me. But whatever. It was one of Allen's favorites.

Posting them is bumming me out, because I hate how I fucking look (which isn't new, but the accident really did some damage, and I hate that I gained that weight, even though it's almost all gone now (it's been two months since the engagement photos were done, and I've been biking up a god damn storm!), but I still hate it all. Yuck.

I'm having dinner with Derek, Derek's parents, Allen, and girlfran tomorrow night at Little Nepal. I've never met Derek's parents, and I'm insanely nervous. But, on the other hand, it's nice to have the opportunity to do that, and not be all hidden and shit.

It'll probably be a little while before I write in here again, though I am shooting a wedding this weekend, so I may post some pictures from that, if I take any that I REALLY like.

Also, I think I just got a promotion at work?