People To See, Sleep To Miss, Death to Avoid
This past week has been a blur of running here, running there, and at times running around with absolutely no idea what the hell I am doing. Usually with the latter, Mel has been there to bop me upside the back of the head and reassure me that yes, I'm an idiot, but I'm a cute idiot and she's not done with me yet, so she'll let me get away with it this time.
Despite my work schedule not aligning itself properly with last Friday night's shindig (but naturally, the celestial bodies, which are much harder to move, can easily align themselves up and unleash unnamable and archaeic monstrosities whenever they want to), Mel & I managed to hang out with Mike & Sallie for a few hours. It's rather disconcerting to have spent a long time reassuring myself that while I miss them, it's never that bad, and then discover after our short time hanging out was over, it felt so much like old times again that I was ready to somehow subdue Mike, stuff him into a potato sack and smuggle him back to Kitchener, with Sallie in tow but not in the potato sack.
Granted, this plan all hinged on the unruly variable known as: "somehow."
Not six hours after this all came to its end and we returned home, Mel & I were them playing host to my sister and her fiance as they crashed at our apartment for the weekend. (Fun with police checks and the like for university courses.) Between work shifts, rounds of Halo 2 where I didn't know where the hell I was going let alone know what I was shooting at, rousing obscenity-named card games of Asshole & Bullshit (in which I lost all my M&M mini betting chips), and discovering that the dogs managed to get into a pack of their treats & devour the whole bag...it was rather tiring. Great, but tiring.
I've spent the entire day sitting back and recovering as best I can. Which roughly translates into attempting to sleep in despite Chance the cat's best efforts to bat at my face in a sort of "Play! Play!" gesture at 6am, and what has to be the loudest bout of Bollywood karaoke from our neighbours yet at 10am. But all in all, being able to sit back and think, "Gee, I have nothing I really want to do, or care to do, and this is great!" is a wonderful thing I need to be able to indulge in more often.
In other news, I think the Evidence Mice have decided that I am in fact a threat to their operation for global domination. This evening I was going to pour myself a glass of Coke from one of those plastic 2-litre bottles. No sooner had I begun to unscrew the plastic cap off, than there's a loud "pop!" and this white thing goes shooting up into the air, narrowly missing my nose, hitting the ceiling and soaring into the hallway. I've never seen a bottle cover behave that way before.
What unnerves me is knowing that this 2-litre bottle had already been opened the previous night. There shouldn't have been that much pressure to turn an inoccuous plastic cap into a missile designed to lodge itself in one or both of my nostrils, thereby causing me to gag and fatally asphyxiate. I'm not sure what sort of cunning yet deranged assassin is in the employ of these diabolical Evidence Mice, but one thing is for certain: from here on in, I'm letting Mel open all the 2-litre bottles....
OW!!!
And that just earned me a smack across the back of the head. Curse those Evidence Mice!
Today's Lesson: there is nothing quite so cool as being able to parade around with a shirt that states
The Flying Hamster of Doom Rains Down Coconuts on Your Pathetic Town. (Go 'Voc!)
posted by Phillip at 4:53 PM
