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The Weekend Report . . .
Apr. 30th, 2007 08:32 amNot, actually, that much excitement to write about. At least, not in this reality.
Friday night, spent some quality time with Mr. TBH. He thinks I look really sexy in a wifebeater. I'll have to remember this.
Saturday, slept VERY late, ran errands and spent an unfortunate amount of time on the internet, on and off of Second Life. I actually wound up staying up until 4 AM or something rereading my journal from the very first entry. I started in 2003, back when you still needed invite codes. So a few hours later, I glanced at the clock, went "whun?", popped into Second Life, waved hello in IM to a certain someone and went to bed.
Sunday I was sacked out I ended up taking a nap at my parents' house right after Mass intead of driving home and napping there. I went home, took care of some business and went to the pool party they were having at my condominium complex.
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azewewish can attest, I live in a complex with a very hobbity name. (For privacy reasons, I won't disclose it, except to say that it has the word "Hill" in it.) When I brought her over to visit, she also noted that the little porthole windows that the kitchens have in my building are also rather hobbitlike. For that reason, I will hereinafter be referring to my condominium complex as "The Shire" in this blog, because it's faster to type and easier to spell.
So. The swimming pool is allegedly open at The Shire, but nobody used it because it's still badly in need of cleaning. But there was food and people and conversation and drinks in cans and plastic cups. (No glass, please!) I hung out a little before dinner, went to the house for Sunday dinner, came back and hung out for the rest of it. It does seem to be one of those places where everybody knows everybody. I've been living there six months, and I'm still being introduced as "the one who lives in Terry's place". (Terry was the previous owner of my condo.) They're nice people, though, and it's good to have a little face-to-face conversation when you've been typing at people for long stretches. Of course, as soon as the party broke up, I returned to my condo, fired up the laptop and got back online. Go figure.
Today I took pleasure in green tea with a spoonful of Trader Joe's Matcha Latte mix added. Mr. TBH turned me on to that one. It's like drinking perfume.
Today I learned the kid who got arrested for writing an essay (see previous entry) has been barred from joining the Marines. This just gets stupider and stupider.
Friday night, spent some quality time with Mr. TBH. He thinks I look really sexy in a wifebeater. I'll have to remember this.
Saturday, slept VERY late, ran errands and spent an unfortunate amount of time on the internet, on and off of Second Life. I actually wound up staying up until 4 AM or something rereading my journal from the very first entry. I started in 2003, back when you still needed invite codes. So a few hours later, I glanced at the clock, went "whun?", popped into Second Life, waved hello in IM to a certain someone and went to bed.
Sunday I was sacked out I ended up taking a nap at my parents' house right after Mass intead of driving home and napping there. I went home, took care of some business and went to the pool party they were having at my condominium complex.
As
azewewish can attest, I live in a complex with a very hobbity name. (For privacy reasons, I won't disclose it, except to say that it has the word "Hill" in it.) When I brought her over to visit, she also noted that the little porthole windows that the kitchens have in my building are also rather hobbitlike. For that reason, I will hereinafter be referring to my condominium complex as "The Shire" in this blog, because it's faster to type and easier to spell.So. The swimming pool is allegedly open at The Shire, but nobody used it because it's still badly in need of cleaning. But there was food and people and conversation and drinks in cans and plastic cups. (No glass, please!) I hung out a little before dinner, went to the house for Sunday dinner, came back and hung out for the rest of it. It does seem to be one of those places where everybody knows everybody. I've been living there six months, and I'm still being introduced as "the one who lives in Terry's place". (Terry was the previous owner of my condo.) They're nice people, though, and it's good to have a little face-to-face conversation when you've been typing at people for long stretches. Of course, as soon as the party broke up, I returned to my condo, fired up the laptop and got back online. Go figure.
Today I took pleasure in green tea with a spoonful of Trader Joe's Matcha Latte mix added. Mr. TBH turned me on to that one. It's like drinking perfume.
Today I learned the kid who got arrested for writing an essay (see previous entry) has been barred from joining the Marines. This just gets stupider and stupider.
