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morning babbles
My complete lack of awareness of dates always amuses me. Even though I know I'm going to a memorial day thing this weekend, it didn't dawn on me that I might (and do) have Monday off. Sudden long weekends are neat, but now I have no idea what to do with the sudden extra day!
OTOH, that's probably the day my roommate returns. Which ought to be interesting, as I'd readjusted to having no roommate. Eh. Whatever. Sleepy & brain hurts.
And I managed to lose my wallet again, the second time in 5 months. Considering that I'd not lost it for years and years before it vanished at Arisia, I have no idea what's up with this. This most recent time, it apparently fell out of my pocket (and I know where it is, and will be picking it up after work tonight). So, it's no longer going to be allowed to live in my back pocket. Into my bag with the rest of my crap!
I may be getting a bike this weekend, too. Nifty. Of course, it'll need to fit into my car in order to get it *home*, 'cause it's in Davis Sq somewhere. Should be interesting determining what I can bike to in Andover, on such a day as I randomly feel like biking. :) I've not had a bike in... 6 years. I suspect I'm likely to hurt the first time I use it, as I never use such things for *short* periods of time.
Today, I appear to have a combination of _One Hundred Names_ and _Mr Right Now_ (both by the Nields) in my head. Teach me to listen to one last night, and one on the way into work this morning. ;)
They go very strangely together...
OTOH, that's probably the day my roommate returns. Which ought to be interesting, as I'd readjusted to having no roommate. Eh. Whatever. Sleepy & brain hurts.
And I managed to lose my wallet again, the second time in 5 months. Considering that I'd not lost it for years and years before it vanished at Arisia, I have no idea what's up with this. This most recent time, it apparently fell out of my pocket (and I know where it is, and will be picking it up after work tonight). So, it's no longer going to be allowed to live in my back pocket. Into my bag with the rest of my crap!
I may be getting a bike this weekend, too. Nifty. Of course, it'll need to fit into my car in order to get it *home*, 'cause it's in Davis Sq somewhere. Should be interesting determining what I can bike to in Andover, on such a day as I randomly feel like biking. :) I've not had a bike in... 6 years. I suspect I'm likely to hurt the first time I use it, as I never use such things for *short* periods of time.
Today, I appear to have a combination of _One Hundred Names_ and _Mr Right Now_ (both by the Nields) in my head. Teach me to listen to one last night, and one on the way into work this morning. ;)
They go very strangely together...
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But I can't say I'm terribly surprised that talking to one's mom can cause such things to happen.
Note: I did *not* say that I don't believe in Mr. and/or Ms. Absolutely Amazing.
Just that I don't believe there is a single perfect person for me out there; I like entirely too many things which seem to generally not go together very well. :)
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At some point I will have to post a discussion of my mother and why I think she's a sadist.
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Now I'm really curious. :)