Hit the bottom and escape
Aug. 27th, 2008 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sigmastolenThe thing about having booze in one's home is that one tends to drink it. I don't overindulge, I'm not drunk right now, but damn do I like me some fine gin. Making a g&t at 1.30 is very theraputic for those times when you realise that your flatmate's culinary ventures have splattered on the kitchen floor again and she seems disinclined to mop, or understand the workings of the gunk-catcher in the drain of the sink, or use some bloody scouring powder. I am not tidy by nature, especially not in the bedroom -- I have started about three new piles of clutter on Sonja's unoccupied bed since last week, and the old piles of clutter haven't decreased for the past month -- but I suppose I am a tad fastidious, a bit of a fussbudget. So probably tomorrow I shall re-wash the dishes that Stacey didn't do thoroughly enough, and scour the fuck out of the sink like I have done every few days since I bought the Comet, and perhaps even sweep and mop. But probably not that last bit. Just like I probably won't actually put away the pile of shirts that go in the chest of drawers in the closet. But I may put away the brassieres that have been accumulating just out of the line of sight from the bedroom door.
I also like me some decent wine, very much in fact. Tonight we had a wine and cheese party at Zach's, with the fancy cheeses we bought at the Cheese Board in Berkeley this weekend.
Right. By the way, I was in the Bay Area to play in a concert for a composer friend this weekend, and there was miniature golfing and deer and quails and fancy cheeses and Deathly Hallows audiobooks and I made a killing at Scrabble until it broke Z's spirit and we didn't finish the game.
I am in a money-spending mood lately, it seems. American Eagle, tickets to see the Vienna Philharmonic at Disney Hall, and my projected expenditure for tomorrow: a DVD read/write drive, because my computer was apparently jostled a bit too much during spring quarter when I was lugging it around everywhere and now the disc drive won't work. So this way I can rip all the CDs I have accumulated (mostly from the library's duplicate pile, or OMGFREESTUFF), and burn a couple for Mia. And maybe *ahem* torrent the last couple seasons of Buffy so I can finally be caught up and burn them to disc.
I guess maybe what I ought to do is look into getting a new computer, but I love this one so much... I have so many memories with it. And I've got it just about the way I like it. Sort of.
And look at me, rambling on and on... I haven't even got to the juicy part about things that are probably terrible ideas that I go through with anyway because I'm fucked up and just a little inebriated like that and that don't feel like mistakes afterwards so that's okay and I'm pleased until I tell Z and he mutters unhappily about it because he doesn't like/trust certain parties involved. Suffice it to say, I will never be able to think of the Parking Lot of the Lord the same way ever again. Not that I mind. I still feel like this was Not A Mistake.
My mind keeps spinning round again to Highway 1, and road-tripping up it with Certain Parties. I want that. It would be absolutely lovely.
eta;; "Uninclined" is not a word, but "disinclined" is, which I realised in the shower this morning -- 29 Aug, 7.32
I also like me some decent wine, very much in fact. Tonight we had a wine and cheese party at Zach's, with the fancy cheeses we bought at the Cheese Board in Berkeley this weekend.
Right. By the way, I was in the Bay Area to play in a concert for a composer friend this weekend, and there was miniature golfing and deer and quails and fancy cheeses and Deathly Hallows audiobooks and I made a killing at Scrabble until it broke Z's spirit and we didn't finish the game.
I am in a money-spending mood lately, it seems. American Eagle, tickets to see the Vienna Philharmonic at Disney Hall, and my projected expenditure for tomorrow: a DVD read/write drive, because my computer was apparently jostled a bit too much during spring quarter when I was lugging it around everywhere and now the disc drive won't work. So this way I can rip all the CDs I have accumulated (mostly from the library's duplicate pile, or OMGFREESTUFF), and burn a couple for Mia. And maybe *ahem* torrent the last couple seasons of Buffy so I can finally be caught up and burn them to disc.
I guess maybe what I ought to do is look into getting a new computer, but I love this one so much... I have so many memories with it. And I've got it just about the way I like it. Sort of.
And look at me, rambling on and on... I haven't even got to the juicy part about things that are probably terrible ideas that I go through with anyway because I'm fucked up and just a little inebriated like that and that don't feel like mistakes afterwards so that's okay and I'm pleased until I tell Z and he mutters unhappily about it because he doesn't like/trust certain parties involved. Suffice it to say, I will never be able to think of the Parking Lot of the Lord the same way ever again. Not that I mind. I still feel like this was Not A Mistake.
My mind keeps spinning round again to Highway 1, and road-tripping up it with Certain Parties. I want that. It would be absolutely lovely.
eta;; "Uninclined" is not a word, but "disinclined" is, which I realised in the shower this morning -- 29 Aug, 7.32
