getting annoyed

getting annoyed is not something that happens, it is something that we do.  we like to do it, otherwise we wouldn't do it.  all the things that we don't want to do and don't do (this & that, if you know what i mean) (baby).  everything we're doing is because we want to do that, otherwise we'd do something else.  so getting annoyed: isn't that a strange thing to like doing?  because if we didn't like doing it we'd do something else, right?  like sneer or something, or laugh cause its funny

marital

with wife an argument(~!) about aesthetic philosophy.  caulk: silicone vs. sanded acylic.  she attempted to assert the existence of a "natural" aesthetic (platonic, i suppose).  i denied it: its all completely artibrary.  we hammered away at each other until she gave up and retreated to "well, that's what i think," to which i replied "well, yeah, i'm fine with that, me too, just as long as you don't invoke absolutes."  she's still mad at me.  no one wins.  we might be wanting to strip out the silicone & put back the sanded acrylic.  i will ask myself "what would be my just reward for that much labor spent on such an, um, aesthetic consideration."

pheromone level so far this month below normal.

i'm hoping to return to my discourse on the evolution of desire later this afternoon.

kiss & made up ~15m later.  no change in the reality aspects of the situation.