Saturday: Went to the Bristol Renaissance Faire with
Sunday: Helped my dad with plumbing and wiring at my parents' old house. I know exactly nothing about either of those things, but damn. Electricians have distilled their art down to a science. All of the components seem to be designed in anticipation of any possible configuration so that if you tear out a wall only to find that the last electrician to work on the place was a blithering idiot, you can still make your plans work. Gosh, it would be nice if computer components were designed so intuitively.
Monday: Laundry day. Wah hoo.
Tuesday: Hung out with
Wednesday: Went to my usual Wednesday night class only to discover that my usual Wednesday night class had been cancelled because I was expected to be absent. Stayed there until late anyway. Then came home and watched Wallace and Gromit in The Curse of the Were Rabbit. The most appropriate single word review I can think of is "delightful," which means, I think, that my vocabulary is shrinking.
Today: Suddenly remembered that I have the entire next week off, and scrambled at work to get as much done as I could in order to avoid leaving it for other people to complete. Got paid, so stopped at Borders to pick up a copy of the Vincent Price/William Castle classic, The Tingler. Guy behind the counter quoted chapter and verse from it as I was paying, which -- given the current popularity of a low-budget B-picture from 1959 -- was surprising and more or less made my afternoon. Also met incredibly gorgrous coworker who, inevitably, has no interest in me. Late hung out with
Tonight: Decided, at some point, to start dropping the smaller words from my sentences. Am also no longer beginning sentences with "I." Not sure why. Going to bed, hopefully will have stopped by morning.