I am out of my frikkin' mind with boredom.
I've been working on the same task for weeks. It never ends, it never lets up, and any time I begin to make any headway more gets added to the pile. To put it in the immortal words of Pee Wee Herman, "It's like you're trying to unravel a giant cable-knit sweater, that someone just keeps on knitting, and knitting, and knitting, and knitting, and knitting, and knitting, and knitting..."
Possible schedule conflict this Thursday evening: Jess has a night off from school tonight for the first time since her last semester. Josh may have a game working that we've been trying for three days to make operate. How do you juggle *this* one, I ask you? On the one hand, my wife, who gets a very scant amount of time off from school these days. on the other, my friend Josh, who I have bugged, obsessed, and annoyed endlessly about this game.
As Deep Thought would say, "Tricky."
I somehow manage to place myself into these situations with a degree of regularity. Maybe I'm some kind of a conflict magnet, a pole around which various forces of difficulty and strife swirl.
The youngest cat, Alfredo, has come up with a new game to play with himself: That of taking his toys (or anything else he can get his mouth around) and dumping it into the toilet, then fishing it out a few seconds later. This is both very cute and extremely annoying at the same time, because he doesn't always succeed. It was necessary yesterday morning to reach in and retrieve one of Jess's scrunchies from the bottom. She thinks she might have accidentally flushed a Nerf Gun dart thinking it was something else.
Money is tight and it's about to get tighter; we don't always keep our belts cinched quite as snugly as we should, so I suppose Jessica's employer has taken it upon themselves to cinch them for us by slashing salaries. We'll make it through fine, but some things will need to be given up or put on hold. Still discussing what those things might be.
Very pleased with the improvement in my wife's sketch-work. Can't wait to see where she's at when this class is over. Maybe one day she'll be up to drawing me some character art. ;)
Can't stop yawning. Not enough sleep. Miss my friends already. Miss the four of us hanging out and playing Mario Party and stuff. Was fun times.
19 February 2009
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Well, I'll be busy tomorrow evening. I have an autobiography to write, two projects to plan, a color progression to paint, questions to prepare for.
Could your gaming session possibly wait until then?
This is probably going to be my last not-jam-packed night for the next four or five weeks.
I'm not upset over it, but I would like to have AIM turned off and the world blocked out for a little.
But, if not, I'll deal. I just wanted to celebrate ending that godawful "Guided Tour" nonsense! :)
Miss the four of us hanging out and playing Mario Party
Are you delusional? Are you remembering something I am not, or did you get some sick joy out of torturing you wife with the thought of playing Mario Party? :D
I'm sure Josh will be okay not playing today so you can spend time with Jessica
(Notes to the commentors)
Mrs. R didn't like her full and complete name being out there like that, so I removed the comment. I also removed the comment requesting that said name be removed, since it no longer had context.
Feel free to repost if you like, just not with full names. :)
Sorry for the trouble. Again!
~Jessica Dean Smith-Bardoult-Mack
;)
Thanks.
I honestly did not mean any harm, though. I just used the full name for comedic emphasis. :)
It is fine. I just have limits on my privacy. Only people that know my real name are people that know me, not just random Joe internet guy.
I don't claim to believe that I would be popular enough to warrant a stalker, virtual or otherwise, but I do want to protect myself and my identity. Having my name out there is a little unnerving. Thank you for respecting my wishes.
It's useless, Randi. You're talking to a woman who would find a stalker to be *flattering.*
;)
Of course, my dear.
Being the sole object of a man's diseased obsession is a dream of mine. *.*
It's odd. For all my other paranoia, I've never once, even when the internet was new to me, felt fear in giving out my full name and where I live.
Never had qualms giving out my phone number, either. Or e-mail address. I'm practically begging to be stalked.
Please? Someone? Seriously, I could use the attention. ;.;
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