Monday
I got home from work with what would normally have been enough time, but I looked online and saw the time and location had changed. I wouldn't've have gotten there until it was half over and let's face it, I'm short on cash. So instead of going dancing, I just watched a movie about dancing. It made me wish I had gone dancing. And that I had a large quiet space with hardwood floors where no one would be all like "Why are you making such a racket jumping around like that?" Sigh. Maybe someday.
Right now, I miss being alone. Specifically, I miss the ability to hop on a bike and ride until I'm the only person within a mile of me. I really, really miss the ability to scream at the top of my lungs without worrying that someone's about to call the police. I guess I'm homesick.
Fifth Sunday in Lent
"Two hundred channels and there's nothing on but cats." -Courtney, 03/03/2008
This appears to be a happy day! A birthday was celebrated at some hipster upscale restaurant. Also, some people are going to grad school. And I got a loan, so, at least in theory, I can also continue my education. I was pretty elated about this earlier, but then I listened to fast-pitched, jaded commentary on unrelated matters for over an hour, and now I'm back to my 'cheerfully bitter' factory settings. Hoo-ray. I want to note that the jaded commentary was also unrelated to the hipster eatery (but you could tell some people were holding back).
Now all I have to do is sit back and convince myself I have enough money to buy Magnetic Fields tickets for later this week. Well, that's not true. I am, as the astute who maintain other lines of communication with me may have noticed, actually doing class reading, instead of just ready Nietzsche, Melville, and Hawthorne for fun. I also started re-reading the Hitchiker trilogy, mostly because I was cleaning and had a perverse desire to read something that didn't have 'American Classic' embossed on the cover.
Aaaaand I somehow still found time to give myself a videogame blister and time-travel into the future accidentally. Well, the blister was an accident, too.
Fourth Sunday in Lent
I just got an e-mail titled "4th Year Gift", and found myself saying, "Bah! I gave to the Senior Class Gift last year!"
Yeah.
still Wednesday
So one of the things I had for breakfast was a sandwich. I used my new toaster to make it. But as I ate this sandwich, I realized that everything on it was a condiment. That was pretty jarring.
Please forgive the pun.
As I watched There Will Be Blood (spoiler: There wasn't. Not much, anyway.) last night, it occurred to me once again that I'd rather be blind than deaf. Usually I come to this conclusion because of my love of music and conversation, but this time a veritable benefit of blindness presented itself before my very, ah, eyes. I would never have to answer e-mail again. I hate receiving e-mail, almost without fail. I hate checking e-mail, I hate responding to e-mail, and generally don't care for writing e-mails in general. If I never got another e-mail in my life, the overall quality of my life would have improved.
Which is not to say I hate all individual e-mails. The scav ones are reliably fun, and anyone who's reading this is almost certainly welcome to send me one. I might take a week to reply, though. Nothing will change my hatred of checking my e-mail.
Wednesday
So last night I had a slightly-recurrent real-estate-horror dream, which segued into a romantic drama dream, which abruptly ended. And was replaced by a Saved by the Bell dream. I got such a solid sense of satisfaction out of watching Zach fill everyone's locker with chiclets. It would've been a really nice way to start the day, if the cat hadn't then woken me with a claw to the face.
I love my cat.
Tuesday, third week of Lent
Well, I've been tinkering around with the site again. Some may have noticed a certain rather crudely made icon was replaced by one that is perhaps too ornate. It is rather more unlikely that anyone noticed the other main addition: more of the archived posts have been converted to the current system. I can't speak for how standards-compliant they are as of yet; the script I wrote to import them isn't very fancy. I would guess that I've got somewhere between one eighth and one sixteenth of them in now. But when the formatting changed, I decided to call it a day and adjust the script later. So, if anyone wants to remember how whiny I was three years ago, go ahead.
Thursday, second week of Lent
Mmm, looks like someone is finally onto the vegans. If I had know all my casual hinting at slaughtering infants would ever have repercussions, I would've thought twice about letting the secrets out. Oh, woe.
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