It's been a pretty good day. I woke up, made coffee, and realized that I'd done all the laundry, and having changed everyone's sheets and done the dishes, there was actually a whole lot of nothing to be done in the house. I did some yardwork, which left my hands blistered a bit, and decided to tamper with my computer.
One of the RAM sticks was loose, but not quite out. Parsee kind of said that might be the case, and after I pressed the RAM back into place, the computer not only finished booting up, but I was able to play a solid match without crashing. Huge success.
I bought Yasaka Global Agenda for his birthday. I've been pretty broke lately, and now I'm completely spent. The proverbial communion tray is empty. I can only hope I get some love on my own birthday, as well. Even just postcards or something - I frame those, you know. They mean a lot to me.
I got to talk to Tom - he's doing well, and like me, talks like he types. We talked about food and tea and other mundane things, but I'd never heard such an "aye" studded conversation. It's really neat, actually. Some people just talk cool, you know? I meant to talk longer, though I didn't have much to say, but my little sister picked up the other end of the phone to ask for Mac 'n Cheese. I ended up grilling for her instead.
I'd made this sort of Steak-Burger thing. It was advertised on the back of the sauce I was using. Basically, it's a burger prepared like a steak is - grilled with Worcestershire and such. She ate it with ketchup, and I thought that was weird. Who puts ketchup on steak?
A faux-pas kind of killed my evening, though.
There are a few subjects that are a little situational with me - like, some heavy discretion is needed if you're going to toss the subject about. I think the comment went unheard, but I'd still heard it, and it was not only insensitive but could've kind of jeopardized me with it being said. Confronting about it just made me look like an ass, because I'd wound up on the ever-persistent topic of "Back when you were Wriggle". I tried to walk out it, but I ended up being pulled back into it, though not much else was said on the matter, aside from, "I'm not done talking" and then, "You know what? Leave."
I reheated my coffee from this morning, and now I'm sitting here, typing this stuff out, and not giving - or at least pretending not to give - a fuck about either topic, slumped on my hand and looking something like this, green mug and all.
