January 12th, 2007

Typing

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Well, another day of doing what I do. It's been a long week, two days of therapy appointments and one of going down to Portland to get Ray fitted for some foot/ankle braces, plus the added fun of some mild snow and ice which seems to have the city in a tizzy. Me, well, I don't taking my ancient POS out in it, but it's not that bad.

John came and hung out last night, and showed that he is, as usual, a pretty cool and perceptive guy, as he brought me the newest expansion for Arkham Horror as a Xmas gift. I know what I'm reading up on, today...

Last week, I took my Harley-Davidson boots in to a local shoe repair shop. One of the zippers has it's pull broken off, and the other zipper was missing a couple teeth. Woman in there says she'll have to get the new zippers in, as she doesn't normally have them there, and it'll be a couple days. OK, I say, no worries. This was Tuesday, she says to come get the Friday. Thursday, she calls me and says that they won't be ready until Wednesday or Thursday THIS week. I figure, she's obviously slow, OK, I tell her I'll come in Thursday. So, yesterday, I get home, I'm relaxing a bit, dawns on me I need to go get my boots. Jump back in the car, go over there....they aren't done. She's behind, she's sorry, they'll be ready by NEXT Wednesday. 2 days of work has become 2 weeks...and I'm STILL getting charged $50, which feels insane. Needless to say, I'll not be using these people again.

Side note: divinemissb and madeofmeat: if chaosreality isn't feeling better by tonight, there may not be a game. I'll let you know when I know something for sure.
Worship Chaos

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Ray has decided that he wants to stretch and stand every hour. This is probably a good thing, and I'm for it. however, he remembers this by setting a timer, one of those kitchen dealies that goes off like an old alarm clock. I swear, it's getting so the sound of that alarm is like a knife through my head.

The man does not know how to ask someone to do something, he simply tells you it needs to be done. I'm so fucking sick of hearing "That stove needs some attention" or "I could use some water, here," or whatever. Fucking ASK me for something, I'm happy to do it. TELL me the stove needs wood, and my reaction is "yep, you're right." You can't tell him to change this, though, he doesn't get it. Yes, sad, but he just doesn't get it. Apparently, he's been this way all his life. That's no excuse, in my book.

Found out today that Rose's hours may be changing. If so, that means she will typically get home around 4. Four o'fucking'clock. As it is, she gets home at 2:30 on a good day, and I'm all but leaping out of my chair to get the fuck out. The time between my getting home and dinner is the only time I really have to myself, and now THAT might be taken away. You better believe that just depressed the ever-lovin' fuck out of me.

It's me and a bottle of port. Looks like tonight's game is not happening (chaosreality is fairly sick). I hate. Hate what? Hell, I could do the list, have you got time?
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    Booker T & The MG's - Green Onions
Typing

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Apparently, while I very, very rarely drink to excess anymore, I do like to drink to the point of feeling good...and at that point, I tend to sing along to damn near everything.

Luckily, I sing fairly well. I guess.
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    Phil Collins & Phil Bailey - Easy Lover