These Latter Days...
But, here it is time to start the relaxing. Just made some rice noodles with a sweet chili sauce, cheese and garlic. I really should eat a veggie, but...there's something inherently comfortaing about a plate of pasta. Even if it is made of rice instead of semolina flour. And somehow, except for maybe some brocolli...broccoli? My lord, my spelling has gotten atrocious. But, maybe some broccoli.
My phone rang this morning, and I answered it, only to have the phone immediately yell "EQUALS FAIL!!!" at me, and die. I suppose it's my fault because I haven't charged the darn thing for two days, but heck, it was going strong. But I wonder who it was, because the caller ID when I checked, said, "blocked." Which, blocked, I don't know who that is. Part of me wonders if it was the girl, or perhaps the girl's mom telling me to go jump in a very cold lake filled with pirhana after cutting myself shaving. Either way, I have no idea. Maybe they will call back. Maybe. whoever it is. oy.
I found my old skool DS, I mean, this is pre DS Lite, so it's the big ol' clunky silver clamshell, button on the left, and the whole works. But it does play, so I'm now enjoying some Advance Wars. I really like this game, and I think I've got to get the next one in the series. I stil can't find my PSP, so no Hot Shots Golf fun. But heck, if I wanted to whack some balls with a cat, I have the gear to do it here in real life. I don't think my cat would like it tho...
I have been doing laundry today. It's amazing how happy that simple chore can make me, the whole sorting and drying and folding thing. It's the little things. But, it is like the song says, there is so much more to life than these poor words. I am almost settled back, I have my clothes all hung up, I am settling in, I just wish I didn't feel like something was missing. I could put a word to it, I could even try to say who it is...but that would be presumptious of me. I found a letter that I wrote to her 3 years ago. It was even dated February 20, 2006. I wish that I didn't still...well. I wish I wasn't still this little emo bitch where she was concerned. And I know that others share that sentiment. heh. Maybe some day...
But for now...Happy Birthday, Heather. A million words come crashing against my door, but not one seems to be coherent...