long strange day

[kjpepper]

So if we go from the standpoint that the beginning of a day is midnight, It's been a long one.

1:00 AMish - I am kidnapped (so to speak) by a gossamer_gull. Off to Denny's which doesn't have its heat quite working right yet, thus the waitstaff were all wearing coats and sweaters out into the area with the tables. And our waitress was nice enough to not charge us for cocoa refills.

2:30 AMish - a very sleepy me deposited back home. Hung out with beatgoddess for a bit.

3:15 AM - bedtime

6:30 AM - woke up to the sounds of sundart and beatgoddess doing morning type stuff. Got very pissed off at my email as it seems to be rerouting things through Barcelona again. grr. did some LJ, talked to beatgoddess before she went to bed, wrote to birkwelch.

8:40 AM - walked into the kitchen to find on the floor, a ripped baggie, a pound of catnip scattered everywhere, and two very stoned cats rolling around in it. Laughed ass off.

9-4 ish. - Mmm. Work. Made the mistake of drinking coffee this morning though, which left me feeling nauseated, jittery and anxious. And I was thinking too hard about shit. I did get another birthday present for sundart on lunch . . . *bounce*

4 PM - go home, look up some symbols on the internet. Whilst on my search, I found this (definitely in no way work safe). To think, someone put some careful thought and design into that one express purpose. Pretty fabulously funny. Walked back into town playing the futurepop mix on my nomad. Been very obsessed with VNV Nation's Genesis lately. Oh yeah, I should check up on that CD burning problem after I finish this.

6 PM - got to the courthouse to meet sundart's bus, marvelling at how two people said in response to the fact that I was meeting her at the courthouse, "oh - getting married?" This may be one of the gayest towns to nance down the pike, but alas, the whole Vermont thing has yet to crawl down the Connecticut river. I had some time to spare before sundart's bus came in so I cracked open a notebook and started to write down some heavy bullshit. Once sundart got there we bummed around downtown a bit, made the wonderous happy discovery that Cornucopia has started stocking O'Soy (w00t!), picked up some used books at Raven and had a moment of companionable enjoyment of the wonder that is Strong Bad I was having a blood sugar and tiredness moment at that point, so I tired cranky and depressed all the way back home... talked to harinezumi about what's been going on lately. As I mentioned to him earlier, it still wiggs me out when he's not only being normal but being actively nice to me and sympathetic. Not that it wasn't appreciated.

8:30 pm - watch some Forensic Fridays with primitive_boy, actively making fun of the fact that the guy being interviewed on Forensic Files punctuated every third sentence with "Nawmsayin'?" Not to mention his stirring description of prison bathroom rape. Could we fill the description of the stereotypical street hood a little more snugly? Sheesh. Perpetuate the stereotype, why don't you! at some point beatgoddess came home from her evening, and after a little more TV we all went to Stop and Poop to grocery shop.

And so far, that is it. I should go to bed soon. Sleepy.

Comments

Forensic Files

[gossamer-gull.livejournal.com]

I watched that episode a little while ago, when they replayed it (1AM). What struck me was that forensic science, though fascinating and useful, so often involves such unsavories as errant pubic hairs. To be sure, they're chemically-cleaned for mitochondrial-DNA testing, but a pube is a pube is a pube.

Maybe this is immature of me, but I can't help but wonder what those researchers' jobs must be like....

"So, what did you do at work today, honey?"

"Oh, the usual. Cleaned a pube, swabbed some semen. You?"

Re: Forensic Files

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

g.g., I love you. :D

Ack!

[gossamer-gull.livejournal.com]

When I look at that 5-year-old-Andee icon, I almost feel guilty for talking about semen and pubic hairs....

*smirk*

Love you too, babe. Glad to have amused you.