Weekend in review
Aug. 11th, 2003 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosWhen last we joined our heroine, she was about to embark upon an adventure at her mother’s house. Her bad attitude was cloaked by her sense of familial obligation. Her mother decided that she needed her to acquire and build new storage devices for enhanced organization. Yes, that’s right. Instead of giving away large quantities of stuff, her Mother bought more stuff to store more stuff. It is a vicious cycle, but what can you do?
I grow tired of the third person. Back to the story. I went to Home Depot and hefted two 72” high shelves, 3 24” high shelves, and one 60” high cabinet. Then I brought them home and assembled them. My back was on the verge of spraying all my vertebrae out on the floor. Fortunately, my spinal column held. But boy, howdy! I was tuckered. I spent about 10 hours with mom. Come 10pm, I was dog tired. Mom said she still had some stuff she needed me to do, but I was done. Toast. Roached.
Sunday, I was awakened at 8ish by the Flying Walenda cats. I frittered about for about an hour, and decided to just return to bed. I woke up again at noon, this time with two sleeping cats sprawled contentedly around me.
In the afternoon, I took the Cutie out to dinner, as he had a dismal weekend involving a ¾ second power outage and some ill servers.
I woke up this morning feeling quite exhausted, dammit. I stumbled to the cafeteria, acquired my elixir of alertness and my bagel. On my return pilgrimage to my perch, the corporate communications director exclaimed his amazement that I should have peanut butter on a bagel. Jesus, doesn’t he realize they use bagels interchangeably with toast, English muffins for breakfast foods? I am too cranky to discuss proper bagel consumption rituals. Blar.
Watchmen status: Rorshach was just sprung from the klink!
I grow tired of the third person. Back to the story. I went to Home Depot and hefted two 72” high shelves, 3 24” high shelves, and one 60” high cabinet. Then I brought them home and assembled them. My back was on the verge of spraying all my vertebrae out on the floor. Fortunately, my spinal column held. But boy, howdy! I was tuckered. I spent about 10 hours with mom. Come 10pm, I was dog tired. Mom said she still had some stuff she needed me to do, but I was done. Toast. Roached.
Sunday, I was awakened at 8ish by the Flying Walenda cats. I frittered about for about an hour, and decided to just return to bed. I woke up again at noon, this time with two sleeping cats sprawled contentedly around me.
In the afternoon, I took the Cutie out to dinner, as he had a dismal weekend involving a ¾ second power outage and some ill servers.
I woke up this morning feeling quite exhausted, dammit. I stumbled to the cafeteria, acquired my elixir of alertness and my bagel. On my return pilgrimage to my perch, the corporate communications director exclaimed his amazement that I should have peanut butter on a bagel. Jesus, doesn’t he realize they use bagels interchangeably with toast, English muffins for breakfast foods? I am too cranky to discuss proper bagel consumption rituals. Blar.
Watchmen status: Rorshach was just sprung from the klink!
