The "post every day" New Year's Resolution is not going well.
Marriage is the duct tape of love. It covers up the cracks and looks strong but doesn't hold things together as well as its reputation suggests in cold and/or wet conditions.
(me) It turns out my coworker's brother's marriage is already going sour after he married his current wife so that she could get a spousal visa to live in New Jersey with him. Presumably to study and take classes, but so far, she hasn't done anything. So, they're hardly speaking right now. This bit of information isn't really important to anyone, but right afterwards the machine shop guy ripped a bad duct tape repair off a trolley and took it away, presumably for repairs, prompting the idea above.
Later that night:
Sex is like rebar in the concrete of love. While not strictly necessary for structural integrity of a building, concrete is weak in tension, which can be relieved by ensuring that it is reinforced with rebar. It can be installed either before or after the concrete is poured and the steel alone can provide some structural support, but as a functional building, it fails.
(also me) I guess that's one of the few perks of my profession - interesting and comprehensible metaphors and similes.
CD acquired: What's The Story, Morning Glory? - Oasis
Next weekWednesday: Employer-paid lunch somewhere. Bar.
Thursday: Student lunch somewhere.
Friday: Pub reunion. Pick up keys from landlord.
Sunday: Move in