Corner of Bourbon & Division

So when I had dinner with the Parental Units two weeks ago, W. was also there. She's the mother of my childhood friends, whom I've spoken of in the past.

At her insistence, I am having dinner with said childhood friends. Originally they were coming to my place for dinner, but the plans have since changed, because E. is allergic to cats. Fair enough. So she invited me to dinner at her place, so that I could meet all the babies (three in total, although Lulu is a toddler by now -and yes, her name is actually Lulu). Dinner has since changed into tea, and last I heard tea had morphed into "soup." Yes, soup. No, I don't know why.

To say that the timing on this is inconvenient would be understating it. I'm having people for Hallowe'en, my place is a mess, and I haven't put up decorations yet nor bought a pumpkin. I also haven't bought Hallowe'en candy. Originally I was going to do that after work today, but those plans are FUBAR. Unfortunately, there is no way of getting out of this gracefully. I haven't seen E & T in something like two years. Not since E's wedding. So I'm kind of overdue, here.

Then Sunday I have NaNoWriMo *and* I have to vote in the stupid municipal election, for which I don't want to vote for ANY of the candidates. Feh. I am getting tired of spoiling my ballots for all these elections, but I shall continue to do so until they come up with a party/candidate that I can support in good conscience. I refuse not to vote: it's my right and my civic duty to do so. I just wish I felt better about the process.

Busy busy busy.

I apparently just got linked to rydra_wong's Linkspam list thing.

ACK!

Anyway, for those of you who might be wandering by, I'd like to point out that I am seriously not that interesting. I post random stuff about my life, which is interesting only to me and maybe some of my friends. Occasionally I try my hand at thinking, and it invariably gets me in trouble. :P

Uh, yeah. So... play nice, 'kay?

So it seems that my resolve is already being tested.

Turns out they want me to work overtime on my only free weekend in October. Twenty-four hours' worth of time and a half.

I said no.

:)

Just when I thought I had put to rest my total and unreasonable lust for this property next to fearsclave's, some friends of mine have pointed out that the price has gone down by about $20K, and they're interested in buying it.

I still can't afford it, even at the new price tag. I might be able to afford it in two years, but right now it's out of the question.

So I am unreasonably jealous now.

For the first time in weeks, I got to sleep in on the weekend. Yay! I had nowhere to be, no one to go see, nothing that was time-sensitive to do. I don't know if you can appreciate exactly how nice that is. I'd forgotten what it was like to have a Sunday to myself.

So now I'm awake. I should get up and ablute, and I still have the rest of the apartment to clean. Problem is, I don't feel like moving. ;)

Fifteen hours of sleep will do that to you. I had planned on getting up at eight, but that didn't happen. I was in bed at 8pm and asleep less than five minutes later. Guess I needed the sleep.

Anyway, the cats are fed and are no longer trying to beat down my bedroom door. "Mummy... Muuuummmyyyyy... come out and feed us! We know you're in there —we can hear you breathing!"

So the plan for the next hour or so is to perform ablutions necessary to belonging to the civilised world, having a bite of breakfast (or brunch, seeing what the hour is), and making a small shopping list. I don't have much to eat this week, so that must be remedied. Mind you, I still have about half of the giant pot of chili I made last week, so it's not like I'll starve or anything. I also have the bag of veggies that toughlovemuse gave me on Thursday. Tonight I shall have steamed asparagus!

Important things on the list o' things to buy today, money permitting: tupperware (for storing large quantities of chili so's I can have my pot back to cook other things), muffin pans (two pans of six should be fine), and a fly swatter. I will kill all the stupid living flies, and continue to clean this place until I've found where they're coming from. Damn them. They are annoying, and my cats don't even derive entertainment from them. My cats are lazy, lazy creatures.

So, there will be figuring out of what to make for dinner(s) this week, and maybe I'll even be able to make muffins. The possibilities abound.

My parents are returning from France on Friday, and so hopefully I'll have this place in good enough shape by the time they come that I can have them over to dinner. They've been dropping hints for about a year now, so it's about time I did them the favour. Also, they now have most of the sordid details of the Bell debacle, and they've pretty much told me they plan on helping me sort the whole mess out when they return. :)

All I have to do now is vanquish the forces of inertia that have stapled me to the computer.

Well, talyesin and karine did it, so why shouldn't I? Sadly, mine got long, so I'll put it behind a cut.

( Where was I all those years ago? )

In other words, 2005 is proving to be a year of transitions. Stay tuned, because in three and a half years’ time, you won’t find me here anymore.