Crochet

March 9

Hello, darlings. I thought I'd take a minute to write an entry while Meg (Meg!) is immersed in crocheting. Sorry I didn't do an entry last night. Yesterday evening was perhaps the most aggressively mindless period of time I've spent since, oh, the days when I used to play Tetris for two or three hours straight at a sitting (my highest score was 180,000-- not bad, huh?).

Me and Scott hung out on the couch, watching television, trapped in this horribly relaxing kind of feedback loop. We watched The Simpsons, and Friends, and a chunk of the Tales From the Crypt Marathon. We mocked the commercials, and fantasized about pizza and chicken wings, but actually obtaining such food was beyond our capabilities-- we were somehow, psychologically, couchbound.

In other random news... The Saturn Café is no longer open 24 hours a day. Now if I want cheese fries at 4 a.m., I have to go to Denny's, which is far away-- and also sucks. Sigh.

I'm reading Tam Lin by Pamela Dean, and enjoying it. I'm not far enough in to say much more about it, though.

I went to pick up Meg this morning, and because her plane arrived 20 minutes early, she was actually there waiting for me. We came home, celebrated our reunion, had lunch, wandered downtown, exchanged gifts, and ate ice cream. Now I'm tired, and it's not even 5 o'clock yet-- we've just been so much on-the-go. We might go see O Brother Where Art Thou, or we might rent a movie, or we might just stay in and cuddle and talk as time dissolves around us.

Entries may be short, or sparse, or weird, or mono-maniacal for the next ten days-- but there will be entries, fear not. If not daily, then nearly so. I might be writing/uploading them from work, though, so you might not get your delicious daily dose of Tropism for breakfast-- might be closer to lunchtime.

I'm gonna go play with Meg now.