friday night i went to zarobi's and did some knitting and watched her bone her corset. bronzemountain was there, as was traceracer and jwiv. scott agreed to ppv resident evil, making me realize just how easy it is to ppv something. and just as cheap as renting! i actually enjoyed the movie, much to my surprise. oh crap. an outage. brb.
okay. back. nortel sucks my butt. so, then, after the fun time knitting and chatting and smoking and watching, i went home, with little hope in my heart that i would be able to stay up as long as i needed, and a hearty dread that i would wake up at 1pm and go to renfaire against my better judgement. then, oh then... then i started up diablo2. my old friend. i got on battle.net, and then it was 8am. my new zon was only 14th level. i hate myself when i am like this. but i can say for certain, i wouldn't have been able to keep my eyes open had i not played. jack came over to keep me up a few more hours; we hit the diner and got a surly morning waitress. when we got back, i noticed that my cat hadn't got up or moved around from the pillow he was sitting on. i can't tell if he's still traumatized from the vet visit, or pissed off at me, or having a bad reaction to the shots, or what, but i am all kinds of paranoid that he's not ok.
nonetheless, i went to bed, got up, and ran off to the royal mile in wheaton. i had a beer and some not-very-scottish hot wings, and tried some of menthu_lilitusa's haggis. the manager chick seemed incredibly pleased that someone had ordered it. it wasn't horrifying, but it wasn't wonderfully tasty, either. one sec, i have to insert some things in slots.
ok. things are currently being uninserted and reinserted in slots. on routers, you dirty bastards. anyways. the royal mile was just what i needed because, MAN did i wake up on the wrong side of the bed. i was so unhappy. i couldn't figure out what i had set an alarm for myself on a saturday, i think i might have had a bad dream, and i wasn't thinking about the people who make my life pleasant, i was thinking about the ones that don't seem to want to because they don't like me. so after the pub, i didn't feel like thinking about them anymore. good!
which brings me to work. here i am. at work. i hope i can go home early because i have something to look forward to when i wake up.
quick update: the mp3 player randomly played smog "cold discovery", gary jules' version of "mad world", and bonnie prince billy "a minor place" all in a row. ooh. i feel dark, dark, dark. and i like it.