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just talked to FB -- he may have to cancel for tonight; too much paperwork. BASTARD! *shaking fist* (that's not a serious "BASTARD!", just to clarify. put it in a shatner "KHAAAAN!" voice.) although he certainly doesn't sound particularly enthused about cancelling. he originally said "i don't think i'm gonna be able to get together with you tonight," then changed his tune to "why don't you call me at 4:30 or so and i'll figure out whether i can hang out." well, dang. disappointing, but i'll live. i'll just have to watch my netflix: "drive-in discs, vol. 1", which includes "the screaming skull" and "the giant leeches" (although i'll probably switch to the MST3K version of "giant leeches", which is MUCH more entertaining).
ETA: yup, he just called me back & bagged. big shock there. but at least he sounded appropriately subdued about it. >;) poor guy was apologizing right & left, thanked me for my flexibility, sounded pretty disappointed himself. but hey, y'know, if he's got stuff he needs to get done, he's got stuff to get done.
am currently overcaffeinated, but damn, i got two bags of clothes and a largeish box full of stuff (that'd been sitting by the door for, oh, a YEAR or close to it) out to the salvation army. and discovered that my daily commute is 16 miles round trip, give or take a quarter mile. (the salvation army is a smidge further from the nearest major intersection than my building is, but close enough that it doesn't matter.)
also, apparently carrying a 30-lb. box of cat litter yesterday, plus heavy bags of groceries, makes me sore. go figure. hello, back, how are you today? *groan* but at least it's a good sore, an i-did-something sore, rather than an oh-shit-i-DID-something kind of pulled-muscle sore.
and now, time for cereal. faux cocoa pebbles, to be exact.
ETA: yup, he just called me back & bagged. big shock there. but at least he sounded appropriately subdued about it. >;) poor guy was apologizing right & left, thanked me for my flexibility, sounded pretty disappointed himself. but hey, y'know, if he's got stuff he needs to get done, he's got stuff to get done.
am currently overcaffeinated, but damn, i got two bags of clothes and a largeish box full of stuff (that'd been sitting by the door for, oh, a YEAR or close to it) out to the salvation army. and discovered that my daily commute is 16 miles round trip, give or take a quarter mile. (the salvation army is a smidge further from the nearest major intersection than my building is, but close enough that it doesn't matter.)
also, apparently carrying a 30-lb. box of cat litter yesterday, plus heavy bags of groceries, makes me sore. go figure. hello, back, how are you today? *groan* but at least it's a good sore, an i-did-something sore, rather than an oh-shit-i-DID-something kind of pulled-muscle sore.
and now, time for cereal. faux cocoa pebbles, to be exact.