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Mood:
So-So
I finally get home and things are...the way the are.
See, Saturday afternoon I get up and hit The Greek with the family to see Prairie Home Companion. Get there just before 3, have to sit on my ass for a few minutes outside because, while my mother has sensibly sent us in while she parks, she's handed me a receipt instead of a ticket and neither of us noticed until it was too late. Still, I eventually get inside and I haven't missed anything. The show was damn funny; you can listen to it yourself here if you want. The bit about the San Fernando Valley is hilarious.
When the show's over, it takes an hour to get out of Griffith Park, thanks to "stacked" parking and nothing but two-land roads. I make it out, give the go-call, and we're off to see Kody at the base for BBQ, etc. This lasts until sunrise.
The return trip is long and we're dozing in the backseat. Finally, we hit Reno, where I've already agreed to crash so I can help Thea move twenty-five apartments down the hall.
By the time I finally get out of bed on Sunday, she's already moved all the large boxes out with the help of a dolly acquired by the departed room-mates. Fortunately(?), there's still much to do. With a few breaks, though, we finally get the place cleared out. This takes all day. I crash on the couch.
Monday, it's chilling 'round the 'plex for a bit before getting cleaned up to go to karaoke at LK. Songs sung, dances had, drinks drunk, and drunks drinking.
Tuesday, wake up on Mongo rather unequipped. Fuck about for a bit, don't really remember how or why. I think we watched the Star Wars trilogy.
Wednesday's a bit of running around, eating, talking. Sat through "Much Ado About Nothing", trying not to doze off due to lack of actual sleep. Somewhere along the lines I got a haircut that looks pretty good when it's wet and styled. The native women don't approve, but they'll fuck me anyway, so it doesn't really matter. Takes a few more hours to reach escape velocity and somewhere along the lines I've once again gone from really tired to can't fuckin' sleep. Amuse myself with computer updates, video games, and catching up on The Shield.
Shower, brush, sleep. Frequent awakenings due to indigestion. Can't tell if it was the Indian lunch, the light Chinese, or the late-night pasta, but something's not agreeing for a while...
See, Saturday afternoon I get up and hit The Greek with the family to see Prairie Home Companion. Get there just before 3, have to sit on my ass for a few minutes outside because, while my mother has sensibly sent us in while she parks, she's handed me a receipt instead of a ticket and neither of us noticed until it was too late. Still, I eventually get inside and I haven't missed anything. The show was damn funny; you can listen to it yourself here if you want. The bit about the San Fernando Valley is hilarious.
When the show's over, it takes an hour to get out of Griffith Park, thanks to "stacked" parking and nothing but two-land roads. I make it out, give the go-call, and we're off to see Kody at the base for BBQ, etc. This lasts until sunrise.
The return trip is long and we're dozing in the backseat. Finally, we hit Reno, where I've already agreed to crash so I can help Thea move twenty-five apartments down the hall.
By the time I finally get out of bed on Sunday, she's already moved all the large boxes out with the help of a dolly acquired by the departed room-mates. Fortunately(?), there's still much to do. With a few breaks, though, we finally get the place cleared out. This takes all day. I crash on the couch.
Monday, it's chilling 'round the 'plex for a bit before getting cleaned up to go to karaoke at LK. Songs sung, dances had, drinks drunk, and drunks drinking.
Tuesday, wake up on Mongo rather unequipped. Fuck about for a bit, don't really remember how or why. I think we watched the Star Wars trilogy.
Wednesday's a bit of running around, eating, talking. Sat through "Much Ado About Nothing", trying not to doze off due to lack of actual sleep. Somewhere along the lines I got a haircut that looks pretty good when it's wet and styled. The native women don't approve, but they'll fuck me anyway, so it doesn't really matter. Takes a few more hours to reach escape velocity and somewhere along the lines I've once again gone from really tired to can't fuckin' sleep. Amuse myself with computer updates, video games, and catching up on The Shield.
Shower, brush, sleep. Frequent awakenings due to indigestion. Can't tell if it was the Indian lunch, the light Chinese, or the late-night pasta, but something's not agreeing for a while...
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