Mother's Day stuff

Well, Mother's Day was, on the whole, uneventful.

Got my mother some cyclamens, her favourite flower, and we had breakfast together, which was nice.

( Rambling about Sunday's game those of you who know nothing about Perseity may want to skip )

Anyway, moving back to reality, after Perseity I was off to Movie Night with Prospero's Daughter and Mind_Mistress, to whom Prospero's Daughter introduced me a few weeks ago, and who is the coolest thing since sliced bread. You will likely be hearing a lot more about her in this LJ. She doesn't have an LJ, sadly, and I'm not sure I'll be able to convert her.

In my haste to get to Movie Night, I tripped over my new ethernet cable and went sprawling in an ungainly heap facefirst on the floor. It was not a pretty sight. It was really funny afterward, though. Everyone say it together: Phnee is a clutz.

We went to Provigo for food (after about twenty minutes of indecision: it's good to know that some things don't change, even though the people at Movie Night are somewhat different), and watched Donnie Darko, which is even better the second time around, when you actually know what's going on.

All in all, fun was had.

This is stupid

The phone will not bite me if I use it.

The person at the other end of the line does not care if I sound like an idiot. Yes, they may think I'm an idiot and laugh, but they will have forgotten me within minutes. At worst, I will become one of the impersonal stories they tell to their friends to get a laugh out of them for years to come. But it will be impersonal.

The phone is not my enemy.

I have no logical reason to be frikking pathologically afraid to make a telephone call to someone I don't know.

This is stupid.

I have three important phone calls to make today, and the longer I put this off, the worse it'll get. The worse I feel, the longer it'll take to make the phone calls, and the worse I'll feel. Do we see where this is going?

This sucks.

*stares at phone*

:::Edit:::

The Fates hate me. No one I called was there. I left a message with one and I have to call back the other two.

*sigh*

*hate*

Got a call back from the person with whom I left a message. I have to get my car checked, you see. Fifteen-point inspection and all that.

She was so rude with me it was unbelievable! Then she hung up on me while I was still talking.

See, this is why I don't like phones.