september 5, 2000. My parents came into town last night. They were a bit cranky - they spent 2 days on a train, barely sleeping. But they honestly love this town, and our apartment, and they're booked into an exceptionally luxurious bed & breakfast, so their mood has improved immeasurably since arrival. They've spent almost all their time here buying us supplies & cheap assemble-yourself furniture, and they couldn't be happier about it. They really love us. Well, duh. It's just that it's the kind of thing that becomes easier to accept when you don't have to deal with the negative consequences of their attention & affection. Marriage, thus far, has been great. I miss my friends terribly, but my rather large compensation is that all the stresses of being the Toronto me are lifted. I'm a much happier person here, and it's making my interactions with the Boy all the greater. We laugh, sing silly songs, wake up together & eat hurried meals sitting cross-legged on the floor. It's just as much fun as I wanted it to be, and much more fun than I had expected during the last weeks of super stress. Also, sharing a bathroom with the Boy is a hundred times nicer than sharing it with my brother. I can actually talk to the Boy about the running of the bathroom, while my brother refuses to change his habits in any way. He refuses to keep any of his toiletries in the cabinets provided for that purpose, and you've seldom seen a toilet as filthy as the one my brother will tolerate. I miss Nic, but I'm sneakingly glad to be living apart from him.