Yes, that's an Ice Cube quote. Take it to tha bank, sucka!

Made it through the heat wave; Des insisted on taking me to the library and I hung out in the trashed, soon-to-be-renovated labyrinth, tapping away on my laptop and staying cool.

After Des got off work we went to grab dinner. I had done some Yelping in between working and discovered a little hole in the wall Mexican place in Daly City, just about 5 minutes away from campus. OMG it was sooooo good! I am still thinking about that burrito I had.

We talked on the way to dinner and through our meal about a certain underlying weirdness that has seemed to be creeping into our interactions lately. And I came to the conclusion that I'm actually dealing with a bit of depression. Which is odd, since I'm actually incredibly happy with my life right now, and where it's going. The long-term picture looks really rosy; it's just the short-term stuff, dealing with being a starving student/starving writer couple, trying to make our way in the world today (it takes everything ya got) that's been a bit draining, I suppose.

At any rate, it was really good to hash things out, and as usual we were able to do it in a non-drama, supportive manner. So I'm feeling better now, emotionally.

We went to Daiso after dinner and picked up some gew-gaws. I'm going to build some cheapo shelves to properly display our minis, and I found good shelf supports for that. We got some other miscellaneous crap; in celebration of my depression realization I bought a notebook that says "I hope everyday will be hapy!!" on the cover. Sweet.

We got home and the apartment was hot, but not too bad--having all the windows covered up kept things down to a bearable 89.5 degrees. The good news was that the cool air has started to move in now, so we set up our Vornado and let it go to town.

We watched some Professor Brothers, then both took a nap since we were planning to head out for a film festival presentation of Cthulhu. We met up with naman at the theater. Des got in on a press pass, since she'll be writing a professional review. La-dee-dah!

At any rate, don't let the low rating fool you--that's just a bunch of reactionary Lovecraft nerds who object to a movie with a main character who is "teh ghey". It's quite good. I gave it an 8/10. If you've seen Stuart Anderson's Dagon, I felt this was a much more faithful adaptation of "The Shadow Over Innsmouth", even though it doesn't adhere to the plot as closely. I'll write a full-length review tomorrow (or maybe Monday--I have a lot of writing to finish up tomorrow...).

Oh, and I took a cab for the first time ever--our bus was due to arrive in 58 minutes when we got out of the movie, so I was all, "Fuck that noise" and hailed the first available cab that came by. We were home in less than 20 minutes. And now there's the smell of smoke in the air, like there was last night. Odd. Maybe cultists are performing ungodly Solstice rites in the shadowed glades of Golden Gate Park? I'll be sure to double-lock our door tonight...

So yeah, despite the heat and despite feeling pretty down, I actually had a really good day.

Since delicata77 has been freaking out about seeing signs of marriage around every corner, I figured I'd contribute to the madness:

I went in for a physical today and the nurse practitioner kept bringing up marriage! First, when I told him we were coming up on four years he asked, "So when are you getting married?" I said we'd been talking about it and he said something about how, "Yeah, that's usually when they get you."

Throughout the examination, he kept saying "wife" instead of "girlfriend" when referring to Des. Weird stuff indeed.