Wow. Crappy evening.
It'a amazing how one night can make a weekend's worth of anticipation all go to $#!+.
It started around 2:00 this morning with Buffy in heat, meowing her head off. I'd been working by myself all weekend, not to mention doing A LOT of stuff on the side that tired me out even more, like the 20-pound TV on Saturday evening, winding up in Daly City late Saturday night, getting off the BART at the wrong station AGAIN yesterday evening, and worrying if the steaks Cynthia was nice enough to send me home with had kept in my backpack, even with the cold packs in there.
Needless to say, I WAS TIRED. I expected to get a good night's sleep, wake up refreshed, all that jazz. Nope. Buffy was clamoring for attention, and no matter where I tried to move, she pierced my eardrums. Finally, I yelled at her to shut up, which got Jamie mad at me. "Try petting her instead of yelling," he said.
Now I'm angry. And I feel stupid.
It's no secret that I'm a moron when dealing with stuff on my own. I just figured if I pet the cat, the minute I stop so I can y'know, GET SOME SLEEP, she'll start bawling again and I'll have wasted my efforts. Worse, I'll be encouraging her to do it some more since she knows it gets results. But it quieted her down for the moment, so I really didn't have a choice.
I tried to sleep in the living room, out of earshot of the "Buffy siren". Terry was of course, still online. I tried to sleep, but I'm still pissed off and feel stupid, so no go. Besides, I CAN STILL HEAR HER THROUGH THE BLOODY WALL. So, tired and insomniac, I lug the new Gamecube out here. Nothing says "wear yourself out" like a game of Super Smash Brothers Melee.
So I play for an hour or so. When Falco hands my ass to me before I can add him to my playable characters list (he's the second character I've failed to unlock, after Luigi), I figure it's time to go back to bed. By now Terry's done online. I expect him to go to bed with me, or at least follow me in.
HAH. So much for that idea. I conk out, FINALLY, and sleep for another three hours. Now I'm rested and refreshed, ready to apologize to Jamie (who's stonier than Mount Rushmore right now) and get online. It's 8:30, so I figure Terry HAS to be asleep by now, right?
BUZZ! You Fail!
Terry is back on the computer, fiddling with his damn sheet-music program. I swear, if I never hear "In The Land of Twilight" from .hack://sign AGAIN, it'll be too damn soon. He's trying to reproduce it on his sheet music, and failing. Miserably. It's like hearing the computer try to sing off-key.
So I make coffee. By now my patience is GONE, so I start counting down before I shut the computer off and carry his ass into bed. So naturally, he gets huffy at me and starts shouting, like I never let him online at all when it's more like the other way around. He even throws a punch at me, not that I feel it, before grabbing the boombox and storming off in a huff.
Now Jamie's stone-walling me, and Terry's upset. Did I mention it's my only day off till Thursday? Or that we were supposed to start our D&D campaign today after 9 months of planning?
Amazing how little crap can destroy an entire day.
It started around 2:00 this morning with Buffy in heat, meowing her head off. I'd been working by myself all weekend, not to mention doing A LOT of stuff on the side that tired me out even more, like the 20-pound TV on Saturday evening, winding up in Daly City late Saturday night, getting off the BART at the wrong station AGAIN yesterday evening, and worrying if the steaks Cynthia was nice enough to send me home with had kept in my backpack, even with the cold packs in there.
Needless to say, I WAS TIRED. I expected to get a good night's sleep, wake up refreshed, all that jazz. Nope. Buffy was clamoring for attention, and no matter where I tried to move, she pierced my eardrums. Finally, I yelled at her to shut up, which got Jamie mad at me. "Try petting her instead of yelling," he said.
Now I'm angry. And I feel stupid.
It's no secret that I'm a moron when dealing with stuff on my own. I just figured if I pet the cat, the minute I stop so I can y'know, GET SOME SLEEP, she'll start bawling again and I'll have wasted my efforts. Worse, I'll be encouraging her to do it some more since she knows it gets results. But it quieted her down for the moment, so I really didn't have a choice.
I tried to sleep in the living room, out of earshot of the "Buffy siren". Terry was of course, still online. I tried to sleep, but I'm still pissed off and feel stupid, so no go. Besides, I CAN STILL HEAR HER THROUGH THE BLOODY WALL. So, tired and insomniac, I lug the new Gamecube out here. Nothing says "wear yourself out" like a game of Super Smash Brothers Melee.
So I play for an hour or so. When Falco hands my ass to me before I can add him to my playable characters list (he's the second character I've failed to unlock, after Luigi), I figure it's time to go back to bed. By now Terry's done online. I expect him to go to bed with me, or at least follow me in.
HAH. So much for that idea. I conk out, FINALLY, and sleep for another three hours. Now I'm rested and refreshed, ready to apologize to Jamie (who's stonier than Mount Rushmore right now) and get online. It's 8:30, so I figure Terry HAS to be asleep by now, right?
BUZZ! You Fail!
Terry is back on the computer, fiddling with his damn sheet-music program. I swear, if I never hear "In The Land of Twilight" from .hack://sign AGAIN, it'll be too damn soon. He's trying to reproduce it on his sheet music, and failing. Miserably. It's like hearing the computer try to sing off-key.
So I make coffee. By now my patience is GONE, so I start counting down before I shut the computer off and carry his ass into bed. So naturally, he gets huffy at me and starts shouting, like I never let him online at all when it's more like the other way around. He even throws a punch at me, not that I feel it, before grabbing the boombox and storming off in a huff.
Now Jamie's stone-walling me, and Terry's upset. Did I mention it's my only day off till Thursday? Or that we were supposed to start our D&D campaign today after 9 months of planning?
Amazing how little crap can destroy an entire day.