i love it when a plan comes together
Oct. 29th, 2006 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideSpent the day making a variety of food, doing chores, and playing Final Fantasy Tactics. Jeff called somewhere in the late afternoon because he, too, was going a bit stir-crazy and wanted to know if I wanted to go to a cafe to study our respective languages. And of course I did. It sort of worked out perfectly. I suggested he come by and taste the soup because I wanted some feedback and advice on it and was also making him bread and this way I wouldn't have to lug these things to work tomorrow.
So he stopped by, loved the soup (to my eternal relief, despite endless neurotic questioning), and we went to Diva Espresso to study. I had such a great time, that I don't understand why I don't just go and study French there every night. It's such a great cafe and I think trying to study French at home has been a mistake, because it's just too hard for me to resist the tv or the cat or the couch. Maybe once a week I can get off the bus at Diva and study before coming home. Hard to do in the winter, but surely not impossible.
Me: *muffled shriek*
Jeff: What's wrong?
Me: *staring intently* There's a bug.
Jeff: Where?
Me: Up there *points* Okay, it's like a flying speck. *pause* I tried to kill it.
Jeff: How? By looking at it?
Me: That method hasn't killed you yet, so I don't think it's going to work on the bug. My Medusa powers are yet undeveloped.
It turns out that Chris was going to have dinner with his soccer buddies so I pounced on the opportunity and Jeff was able to stay and have dinner with meeeeee. We went to the Alehouse and had a nice meal and talked a bit about the stresses at work, because neither one of us is ready for Monday to exist. I really need to get there early tomorrow, because it's going to be a long and hectic day (bleargh).
Then we came back to my place, and Jeff came up while I gave the soup its final touches, and it worked out nicely because this way he was able to take the entire soup pot home, and I could just keep the small amount of soup I was interested in.
Laundry's almost dry (would have already been, if I hadn't accidentally hit the setting to air dry or whatever) and I'm determined to put it away and not just leave it in a big, wrinkled pile for once. Also, going to march myself over to the kitchen now and unload the dishwasher.
It's these very small things that keep me from going insane during the week.
So he stopped by, loved the soup (to my eternal relief, despite endless neurotic questioning), and we went to Diva Espresso to study. I had such a great time, that I don't understand why I don't just go and study French there every night. It's such a great cafe and I think trying to study French at home has been a mistake, because it's just too hard for me to resist the tv or the cat or the couch. Maybe once a week I can get off the bus at Diva and study before coming home. Hard to do in the winter, but surely not impossible.
Me: *muffled shriek*
Jeff: What's wrong?
Me: *staring intently* There's a bug.
Jeff: Where?
Me: Up there *points* Okay, it's like a flying speck. *pause* I tried to kill it.
Jeff: How? By looking at it?
Me: That method hasn't killed you yet, so I don't think it's going to work on the bug. My Medusa powers are yet undeveloped.
It turns out that Chris was going to have dinner with his soccer buddies so I pounced on the opportunity and Jeff was able to stay and have dinner with meeeeee. We went to the Alehouse and had a nice meal and talked a bit about the stresses at work, because neither one of us is ready for Monday to exist. I really need to get there early tomorrow, because it's going to be a long and hectic day (bleargh).
Then we came back to my place, and Jeff came up while I gave the soup its final touches, and it worked out nicely because this way he was able to take the entire soup pot home, and I could just keep the small amount of soup I was interested in.
Laundry's almost dry (would have already been, if I hadn't accidentally hit the setting to air dry or whatever) and I'm determined to put it away and not just leave it in a big, wrinkled pile for once. Also, going to march myself over to the kitchen now and unload the dishwasher.
It's these very small things that keep me from going insane during the week.
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Date: 2006-10-30 02:06 pm (UTC)You need Snakes on a Brain before that happens.
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Date: 2006-10-30 02:43 pm (UTC)