Can a muse be male? And further, can a muse be someone you've never actually met?

There's a member of Free Open Diary, which used to just be Open Diary until OD spawned OD+, their pay site, and then swapped things so the regular OD was the pay site, and FOD was the free one (confused yet?), who never fails to provoke me to think. He has this uncanny knack of writing exactly what I need to hear, exactly when I need to hear it.

He goes by El Coyote Loco, and I recommend his diary strongly. This is a man who has more wisdom, at the age of 32, than most of us will ever acquire.

And while the things I'm prompted to write about don't show up here in LJ, he is one of my muses.

As an anniversary present to ourselves, and I bought something totally frivolous: Playstation 2.

I'm told this is a very cool thing, but since he monopolized it all weekend, I really wouldn't know.

Note to self: Allowing a game-addict spouse to buy yet another game-related item is not conducive to romantic weekends.

-Finally I have my very own player's guide for 7th Sea. Now I can write notes in the margins, and dog-ear pages, and stuff. I suppose I should learn to use pencil for this – but I detest pencils, and, with the exception of ScanTron ™ forms, I haven't used a pencil since about ninth grade.

-Finally, we have new IP's A block of 16, 13 of which we get to allocate for our own uses. No more do my laptop and my other desktop need to share. And now when my mother visits we can offer her access that won't interfere with our own. Woo. I think this means our MUSHes will be back up as well. Or not. It's a mood thing.

-Finally, I don't have to wear stupid eye shields to bed, and I'm sleeping better without them. Also, I don't have to scrub tape residue off my face any more.

Saturdays so rock.

That was 's response to me pointing out in my basketcasey and sick mood, last night/early this morning (for us, we consider a day not over until we've slept) that yellow roses meant goodbye.

He brought me purple flowers, too, a mixed bouquet, because he knows I like purple. And he even put them in water for me, something that almost never happens.

We still have no plans, but now it's because I still feel blechy (although my hair no longer hurts). Maybe we'll see a movie and go out for Chinese food. I've been craving pot-stickers and Mongolian beef for days.

But a more personal part of our celebration took place just before sleep last night. I'll spare y'all the details.

I've been wanted to separate my LASIK experience from everything else since before I posted anything about it.

I've begun a 2nd livejournal, under the name with which to do that.

Every so often, I decide that archiving is bad, and I purge things. Tonight, I've done some spring cleaning in my livejournal. I downloaded everything, changed colors, deleted all the stuff I'd downloaded.

I'm tired. And I have a cold, and I skipped gaming tonight because of that, and because my eyes hurt. But there's only so long that I can nap without going crazy. Unfortunately, I can't enjoy being alone in this house because I really feel pathetic and I want here, even if he's glued to his computer, because then the house feels complete, and because I blew off game night, and sent him without me, and I wanted him to not want to go.

This weekend is our 7th anniversary. We have no plans, and even after asking him directly, he had no suggestions, and I feel cast aside and unloved, even though I know it's just his midwestern terseness.

It's midnight.
I'm cold and I'm tired and I want my husband home.
NOW.

Yes, obviously, I'm still whiney and complain-y.
Deal with it.
Everyone else gets to be moody, too, at times.