Hellweek is over. I don't know why this was hellweek other than it felt that way. I don't remember Monday through Thursday in the least. On Friday I helped somebody get divorced; on Saturday I watched somebody get married ( Read more... )

Huh. That was actually not bad at all. It was, in fact, rather enjoyable ( Read more... )

Right now, one roommate is teaching the other how to cook, and it is super adorable. This is a calm household - everybody gets along, buys toilet paper as needed without arguing over who's next, and pretends not to notice each other's sex noises. It's pretty good when my biggest complaint is that my roommates want to have interesting philosophical ( Read more... )

Somehow, without my direct knowledge or permission, all of my friends are suddenly married, or about to be married. My brother has a second child on the way. What the hell, people? When did this happen, and what does it mean for me ( Read more... )

Cool things I did this weekend:

- made pumpkin spice challah french toast (by which I mean, I cut the bread and let Dan do all the rest)
- played the didgeridoo for the first (and hopefully not the last) time - courtesy of tim_dodge- made bath salts and a yummy smelling candle (which apparently now make the house smell like Record and Tape Traders) - ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a bit better today. I had a relaxing evening with Mitch at his apartment - he made me a nice dinner as a thank you for taking care of him while he was sick last week, and generally being good to him. He's not much for cooking, so it means a lot when he makes an entire meal himself. I think that part of why I've been freaking out so much ( Read more... )

Karaoke last night. Good times, but I found myself sitting across the table from a bunch of vegans. I have no problem with the practice, but after watching them flash their v-badges all night long to each other ("how strict are you about sugar? fried veggies?"), something stuck in my head and I dreamt of their faces, zooming in and out of darkness ( Read more... )

It's times like this when you need to remember the simple pleasures of life. For a few days I drove around countcocofang's truck while he repaired my Volvo. There's always something with that car. In any case, I remembered why I love driving trucks. Driving with my left leg propped up against the door and my head thrown back against the seat, arm hanging out ( Read more... )