"and then you go hit me in the kneecaps with a bat..."
'tis a fine weekend i've been having so far.
friday was work, but a---- and i got off early since j--- had to do backups and use my/her computer. we also had a birthday cake for one of the girls that works upstairs. we wore shiny party hats and had noisemakers and streamers -- the works! (the people are getting very... into this whole birthday thing) it doesn't seem like a week has gone by where there hasn't been a celebration and cake for something... hrmmm.
so, got home earlier than usual and set about not watching the olympics but preparing a relatively good-for-me dinner and doing laundry. lots of laundry.
going back to getting home: it still feels odd to me to get back to an empty house. s----- has been out a lot, so i don't hear much from her until late at night (which is alright, i can play my tin whistle and flute in peace -- her peace included). but i have a tendency of calling out "hello" when i get home, followed by a whistle or chirp from a resident budgie bird. that chirp has not been heard for nearly three months now and it knocks my heart. i miss having a little feathered friend to talk to. now i feel like a loony when i talk out loud around the house. the place lacks a small petka. i miss my budgies and i fear that i may never have a feathered friend again until i move out, marry and am classified as a "stay-at-home mum" with little children running around -- and even then, they'd have to be at least 10 years old or really careful before i think about adopting another bird. chilling thought.
aanyways, back to friday. so, i plunked myself down at the end of the day slipped in the a&e version of "the mystery of edwin drood" and spent a thrilling hour and a half eating chocolate chip cookie dough and being thoroughly horrified. john jasper (a.k.a. mr. jasper) is now on my list of literary "baskets" that phil reminds me of. how absolutely evil he was, and not in the charmingly diabolical way of steerpike (in the beginning of the gormenghast novels) or quilp. mr. jasper was just plain desperate like steerpike at the end of gormenghast. that makes me despise a villain most of all. desperation and the insane measures they feel are necessary for their cause create in me a loathing.
saturday has been good. went to d&d in the pouring rain. thankfully i had obtained the car from s----- on the condition that i got petrol, so i didn't get as wet as i would have if transit were used. i didn't kill myself -- on the road or in the game (a welcome surprise, to be sure!) it was also nice to make perogies for everyone and therefore feel sort of useful.
some unfortunate news that upset me a bit. bob the lobster, beloved petka of pipkin, passed beyond the shadowy veil of this life into the next... wherever that is for a lobster. oh how it knocks my heart! why does this kind of thing have to happen to pets whenever their owners (for lack of a more proper conventional word) are away? oh most pernicious hell!
now i'm horribly depressed. tomorrow will be better, though. it's my friend's birthday party (though she won't admit that it is). there will be early morning badminton with her and two of her guy friends (all of them asian, so i know right away that i'm going to be burnt toast). this will be followed by lunch and then back to her place.
work on monday. i'm now editing a 700 page agency. it may take a while. oh yes! a fun thing i was doing for two days was looking for old news articles on microfilm from newspapers from 1906/1907. i had to laugh out loud at some of the wording and advertisements, an i hope you will too when i get a post up with some of the gems i discovered from my search.
it's late, i needs must go to bed now so i can rise early and be severely beaten in badminton.
cheers!
friday was work, but a---- and i got off early since j--- had to do backups and use my/her computer. we also had a birthday cake for one of the girls that works upstairs. we wore shiny party hats and had noisemakers and streamers -- the works! (the people are getting very... into this whole birthday thing) it doesn't seem like a week has gone by where there hasn't been a celebration and cake for something... hrmmm.
so, got home earlier than usual and set about not watching the olympics but preparing a relatively good-for-me dinner and doing laundry. lots of laundry.
going back to getting home: it still feels odd to me to get back to an empty house. s----- has been out a lot, so i don't hear much from her until late at night (which is alright, i can play my tin whistle and flute in peace -- her peace included). but i have a tendency of calling out "hello" when i get home, followed by a whistle or chirp from a resident budgie bird. that chirp has not been heard for nearly three months now and it knocks my heart. i miss having a little feathered friend to talk to. now i feel like a loony when i talk out loud around the house. the place lacks a small petka. i miss my budgies and i fear that i may never have a feathered friend again until i move out, marry and am classified as a "stay-at-home mum" with little children running around -- and even then, they'd have to be at least 10 years old or really careful before i think about adopting another bird. chilling thought.
aanyways, back to friday. so, i plunked myself down at the end of the day slipped in the a&e version of "the mystery of edwin drood" and spent a thrilling hour and a half eating chocolate chip cookie dough and being thoroughly horrified. john jasper (a.k.a. mr. jasper) is now on my list of literary "baskets" that phil reminds me of. how absolutely evil he was, and not in the charmingly diabolical way of steerpike (in the beginning of the gormenghast novels) or quilp. mr. jasper was just plain desperate like steerpike at the end of gormenghast. that makes me despise a villain most of all. desperation and the insane measures they feel are necessary for their cause create in me a loathing.
saturday has been good. went to d&d in the pouring rain. thankfully i had obtained the car from s----- on the condition that i got petrol, so i didn't get as wet as i would have if transit were used. i didn't kill myself -- on the road or in the game (a welcome surprise, to be sure!) it was also nice to make perogies for everyone and therefore feel sort of useful.
some unfortunate news that upset me a bit. bob the lobster, beloved petka of pipkin, passed beyond the shadowy veil of this life into the next... wherever that is for a lobster. oh how it knocks my heart! why does this kind of thing have to happen to pets whenever their owners (for lack of a more proper conventional word) are away? oh most pernicious hell!
now i'm horribly depressed. tomorrow will be better, though. it's my friend's birthday party (though she won't admit that it is). there will be early morning badminton with her and two of her guy friends (all of them asian, so i know right away that i'm going to be burnt toast). this will be followed by lunch and then back to her place.
work on monday. i'm now editing a 700 page agency. it may take a while. oh yes! a fun thing i was doing for two days was looking for old news articles on microfilm from newspapers from 1906/1907. i had to laugh out loud at some of the wording and advertisements, an i hope you will too when i get a post up with some of the gems i discovered from my search.
it's late, i needs must go to bed now so i can rise early and be severely beaten in badminton.
cheers!