What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening

There's some exciting news in the household and I was going to wait for dommeyourass to announce it herself, but she's on LJ so infrequently, that I can't wait. But as of a phone call yesterday, I am now living with the county's newest public defender! She finally got the job offer! We were very excited last night and totally future-tripping but not necessarily in the most outlandish way.

This morning, after finishing some coffee and doing some schoolwork, and sitting on the couch in the gray morning quiet after she left, I realized. Wait, did she kinda like, propose to me last night? And I, kinda like, said yes? Oh.

Hmm.

Nice.

There's tons more for me to write about, publicly, privately, fictionly, but I'm heading out the door to meet freakysparks for brunch.

Now there is no story left for me to tell, so I think I'd rather just go onto hell

Um, my last post wasn't totally forthright. I mean, I should explain more the context of the conversation -- DYA and I discussed registering as domestic partners after she starts working for the county, and then I can get signed onto her insurance. Since we were talking about registering, she mentioned us doing some sort of commitment ceremony on our 3rd anniversary (early February) and I said, yeah, maybe we could have some big party. So, not necessarily flower girls and ushers going on. But probably lots of food and dancing. And yeah, we probably wouldn't turn down a new toaster.

The funny thing about the domestic partnership registry in Cook County -- it is only available to same-sex couples, since it is a marriage alternative or however they frame it. And legally, we are a same-sex couple, though visibly we are not, so I'm sure this will cause some fun downtown in city hall, but whatever. This is a time where I don't mind that I haven't gotten around to changing that birth certificate, because otherwise to get health benefits here in Chicago, we'd have to get married and I'm not willing to file my taxes that way.

So you wouldn't know it from the news, but there were vigils in every state on Wednesday night marking the 2,000th recorded death of U.S. soldiers since the war started. And you also wouldn't know it from the news, but there are more than 10 civilian deaths for every American dead. You can watch the count HERE, unless for some reason you find it unamerican to care about non-americans who are dead, especially by our hand, and yeah, I say "our" because that's your money paying for them to do it. Oh, and while I'm on a news rant, I would say that I find it a bit too coincidental that Harriet Miers withdrew the day before the grand jury announces any indictments against Karl Rove or Scooter Libby (why is a grown-ass man in our white house going by "Scooter"?), except I think things maybe finally are going down the toilet for the people in administration and all I can say is, stay the course, fuckers.

I'm sick of this cough. I'm sick of blowing my nose so much that it's raw and dry. I'm sick of being so exhuasted in the evenings that I can barely do isht. But it's Thursday night and I survived the week and teaching went pretty well and JT and I had a nice dinner afterwards. Now I'm going to play with our video camera and try not to fall asleep.