quasi random (kaolinfire) wrote,
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another weekend update

Today is/was Tuuuuuuesday. Which isn't really Tuesday in my world anymore, because writing group has moved a day askew--tomorrow is the real Tuesday. Please step down.

Regardless, today--I slept poorly; Amy and I argued silly things and I stayed up late, and then was kept up later by cats yowling here and there every few hours; I'd wake up, verify it wasn't Skolo (on our bed) or Heron (on the chair in the livingroom), then put on a bathrobe and go outside to see if I could see where the unhappy cat was to see if I could shut it up somehow... but every time I got close to pinpointing even what yard it was coming from, it would tail off... until hours later...

ugh.

I bicycled to bart, locked up the bike, barted then walked to work. I got up late; Amy had already left. I swam in and out of consciousness while she woke and gathered her things and showered and puttered around. It's hard to let go of the comfort in the sheets and cushions of Bed sometimes, and even worse is the remembered comfort, greater than the current. Poor sleep.

Work was mediocre. Bossman's on vacation this week, our IT guy is barely even part time, and our other IT guy (?) is ... pure contract, bossman's friend; rather skilled, but I don't know him. Anyway, I was inundated this morning by minor IT tasks that were just long enough each to disrupt me but none of them long enough to warrant getting someone else in to help. Anyway, that was my morning.

I went to Comida for the nearly traditional lunch of two tacos, carne molidas. I splurged for a Jumex Guanabana -- hadn't had Guanabana before, and oh MAN was it tasty. A little... sweet, tart, ... reminded me of one of my favorite fake candy flavors, but couldn't _quite_ place it. So good, though.


Reading Mother Night by Vonnegut, borrowed on Sunday, to be returned at Tuesday.

SUNDAY was the fourth of July. Woke up noonish, got in touch with friends in SF, and the bicycled/barted/bicycled to hang out with them. ((Michael, Julia, Zack)) First time over at their house, so was introduced to their various bookshelves, books, cd racks, cds, etc, as well as their backyard plants, composting, and ... dinner table. At the dinner table we played Illuminatus (the card game, but not the trading-card game) and then Michael and I played a fair amount of ... gin. It was fun, good, and relaxed. Julia made a stirfry of tofu, cumin, okra, a spit of mushrooms and tomatoes, and it was scrumdillyumptious.

Saturday I helped Shweta Move. I woke up noonish, bicycled up to their place in Berkeley, had a light lunch Shweta and Nathaniel provided from Vics, had some Chai Shweta made, helped tape boxes, helped carry boxes to the uhaul, helped carry boxes from the uhaul into storage, ... ((with Sumana, Zack, Michael, Julia)), then hung out with all of the above and Adam and ... two other folks, where we played several rounds of Once Upon A Time. I did some pretty good story-telling the first round, after being rather nervous, and was pretty quiet other than for snide remarks for the rest of it.

Friday... was... blah... I'd planned on taking Friday off and working Monday, but that's not how things worked out.

And just a tad out of order is Monday. What did I do Monday? Amy came home late Sunday night (another weekend in Los Angeles working out wedding plans), and ... I suppose we hung out a bit here and there and ... I worked on http://dev.imaginaries.org/ a fair amount.

I worked more on http://dev.imaginaries.org/ today, getting the FAQ in place (with some nifty javascript), adding another stylesheet option, cleaning a few things up. I need to do a lot more, but it's like pulling teeth, practically. I want it to be done -- I don't want to have to do it.

Thanks for listening. :)




Oh. And also on Monday, when Amy wasn't watching, I shaved off the goatee I'd been growing for a monthish, and freaked the hell out of her. She's not good with change, but apparently she'd gotten quite used to it. She'll get used to not it again soon, I'm sure. It was more of a distraction when trying to work than I wanted.
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