Friday Routine
By now any loyal reader will know (ha!) that on Friday's my flatmate and I make dinner. Today, sadly, she is out of town, and so I will be holding dinner here on my own. Its a bit sad, we've done dinner now for weeks and its become one of my favourite things here. So I'm still making dinner. Which leads to the Friday Routine. See, I have Fridays off here, and even though I was up at nine, and could have been library-productive, instead I am going to stay home... research can still be done from the warmth of this room (and the comfy-ness of my pjs). But for a quick trip to the store, I'm staying inside. Not the point, and really not all that interesting. But give me a break, I just woke up.
Yesterday I spoke to TT for a while, longer than we've spoken in ages. As we talked, it just reaffirmed what I'd decided several weeks ago, that it isn't malice that creates her actions, just subtle ignorance. And while that doesn't necessarily make it okay, I cannot find fault in her generally-good intentions. And come on, we all have bad intentions sometimes. So much to my dinner-date's chagrin, TT will be joining us (although not for the meal). Regardless, I will have to take tonight easy because I need to rest up for Saturday.
Yesterday morning, while I was posting, my flatmate and I were having a chat about Trouble. My Wednesday evening swung into night, and while my chat with Tuesday's Crazy went unexpectedly well (almost too well, hmmm) and I had to extricate myself before my stance faltered, I cannot help but feel that I was never in it in the first place. Point. Met up with one of my favourite boys for a drink or three, then down to the scene of last week's debauchery with some friends from college. And the Madman, I think I mentioned that. Regardless, the events of the evening will remain in my memory, needless to say some double fisting was involved (the Canadian Kind dammit!) and everyone was drunkity drunk drunk. My extra beer theory was proven, yet again, to be correct. I would link to the post on my old blog which explains Extra Beer Theory, but have realized it is grossly inappropriate. Go figure. Regardless, the events which passed between the double fisting and the end of the night are likely to give me Trouble with a capital T. DPG's housemate did suggest, gently but firmly, that we should stop with the common-sports thing, but alas, I never seem to listen to sense.
So another Friday begins with a blog post, ends with a lovely dinner and somewhere in between I go to the store, do research, clean, hopefully get laundry done (although competition is always fierce on a Friday) and generally stay indoors. Its gonna be Sweet.
Yesterday I spoke to TT for a while, longer than we've spoken in ages. As we talked, it just reaffirmed what I'd decided several weeks ago, that it isn't malice that creates her actions, just subtle ignorance. And while that doesn't necessarily make it okay, I cannot find fault in her generally-good intentions. And come on, we all have bad intentions sometimes. So much to my dinner-date's chagrin, TT will be joining us (although not for the meal). Regardless, I will have to take tonight easy because I need to rest up for Saturday.
Yesterday morning, while I was posting, my flatmate and I were having a chat about Trouble. My Wednesday evening swung into night, and while my chat with Tuesday's Crazy went unexpectedly well (almost too well, hmmm) and I had to extricate myself before my stance faltered, I cannot help but feel that I was never in it in the first place. Point. Met up with one of my favourite boys for a drink or three, then down to the scene of last week's debauchery with some friends from college. And the Madman, I think I mentioned that. Regardless, the events of the evening will remain in my memory, needless to say some double fisting was involved (the Canadian Kind dammit!) and everyone was drunkity drunk drunk. My extra beer theory was proven, yet again, to be correct. I would link to the post on my old blog which explains Extra Beer Theory, but have realized it is grossly inappropriate. Go figure. Regardless, the events which passed between the double fisting and the end of the night are likely to give me Trouble with a capital T. DPG's housemate did suggest, gently but firmly, that we should stop with the common-sports thing, but alas, I never seem to listen to sense.
So another Friday begins with a blog post, ends with a lovely dinner and somewhere in between I go to the store, do research, clean, hopefully get laundry done (although competition is always fierce on a Friday) and generally stay indoors. Its gonna be Sweet.
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