Cohabitation is nicer than I thought it would be! I’m eating tons better, I’m sleeping more—against all odds!—, mostly because when Le Boyfriend wasn’t living here, I’d stay up late to talk to him, and, most importantly, I’m really enjoying the company. I now have a cooking companion, I don’t go to bed and wake up alone, I can talk to someone while eating dinner—basically, I’m not alone all the freaking time. We’re even getting along better, too. *_*
Oh, and also: I get great cheese deals because he works near a cheese factory (my last name means cheesemaker in German and I live up to the cheese-loving part of it) and I have a much more spacious desk now. IT HAS DRAWERS. DRAWERS I CAN PUT STUFF INTO. Obviously two very important points in his favor.