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.