I'm boring these days. No, you read that right-- not bored; boring. Just about everything I do, read, or talk about revolves around work or the baby. These two subjects, so mundane, consume me, leaving me just a shell of a person worth spending time with. I wonder at what point I won't even want to talk to myself. When I'll tell myself how much I appreciate me and then quickly slip away downstairs where the more interesting people in my life hang out, desperate to spend as little time with myself as possible, glazing over and waiting for my voice to stop. I am boring.

I think Rob likes to have me around but not so much spend time with me. The difference is subtle, but the effect profound. Kind of like a dining room table-- wen you don't have one, you can't imagine how you'll live civily without it. Once you have one, you can go a week without using it and longer without giving it a second thought. Right now, I'm a boring dining room table and Jeff and Morgan are an XBOX and plasma TV. Not as much a household standard but a hell of a lot more interesting.