i cannot keep this up, though i swear i've been trying.  the time i take for this i steal from important things (i received a twitter update, via text, that quinn is downstairs brushing his teeth.  i should be down there brushing mine, though i hate to spit in the sink at the same time.)  

twitter has introduced a funny sense of delayed communication in our marriage.  i get his tweets to my phone, mysteriously delayed about 20 minutes.  the buzzing of my texts across the room woke him up last night.  in a weird act of deja vu he stumbled to my phone to find a text from himself from earlier in the evening.  technology is a communicator and a barrier.  

update of our lives: (a quick list remniscent of brown_sheep)

he was sick today.  drinking vitamin c.  it made me realize how different we are.

he has allergies.

i do not.

he gets sick.

i do not.  (not even from him.)

we waste our time differently:

i read, i cry, i type, i sneak chocolates, i stare into space, i organize, i plan.

he draws, he watches hardcore videos on youtube, he plays mario with contagious excitement.

but we are also the same:

same smiles, same bad reckless hair, and then cut, short hair.  

same patterns.

same understanding.  

same jokes.

same languages (real and not real)

same favorites.

same highs (today: southbound 95 and the AVAIL of our youths)

same lows (not mine to explain)

i think we are always saying the same thing.  he is saying it in less words and i am saying it in more.