Slow Progress

I'm a giant doofus. I've only gotten through one book of research today. I did start another one, though. Today it isn't completely my fault, though. I took a little nap this afternoon, and the next thing I know, the old boy is calling me. He's just leaving his brother's house, and I know what that means. His brother lives about 3 blocks from me (or something like that; I've never been there, I just know it's very close). He always seems to make a little stop at my house after leaving his brother's, especially if he's been drinking. And there was some beer fest today. He just left. So he derailed my research for about 6 hours. I can't be too mad; I could have kicked him out, but I didn't. And everything was fine until an hour or so ago. We watched television for a while, and then I made some dinner and we watched an old movie with Russell Crowe and a horse in it. It was terrible. If I ever meet him, that's the movie I'm going to ask about. Not Gladiator or LA Confidential. The horse movie.

Anyway. So yes, I made dinner (a real dinner, with salad and veggies and a main course and everything) and he fell asleep on the couch while I was doing that. I just let him sleep so I could get a little studying in while he was asleep. It was a little odd, but only because it was more domestic than we normally act together. Anyway, so we ate, watched the movie, then watched Wall-E. Yes, there was some groping going on there towards the end, but that's it. Except for when we were wrestling and he bit me on the ass. Both cheeks. He has this thing where he likes to tickle me when he wants some, and I have a hard time preventing him from doing so, so it ends up being wrestling. Damn him and his long arms. I can't get away from them! Anyway, so the elephant in the room was the conversation I had with him the other day about cheating. It seemed like he was making a little bit of an effort to resist, but eventually gave in. Which is amazing, because I was in Saturday at home mode, in yoga pants and a t-shirt, with my hair pulled back because I haven't washed it today. And my laundry hanging in the bathroom.

He will never make sense to me. He's okay with coming over and seeing me at my least alluring, least mysterious, and most average. Not only is he okay with it, he's still attracted to me in spite of it. Or maybe because of it, I don't know. And at one point, his gf called and he didn't answer. And that was early, so he's probably calling her back now, several hours later because he was too busy hanging out with another girl. So we have all the normalcy of an established couple, but none of the actual relationship. And we only act that way in private.

Anyway, yes, I'm still trying to work on my research paper, and yes, the universe is plotting against me so I can't finish it. When I made the effort to stay home, someone comes in to interrupt. And now I may have bruises on my ass cheeks and rug burns on my elbow because of it. Damn my complete lack of willpower and inability to say no.