Laze
May 11
2:36
Somewhere between last night and right now all my energy got slurped away.
Last night I hung out with three friends from North Carolina (I almost said "back home") -- Josh, Jones, and Brian. I saw Josh a few months ago, Brian a year ago, and Jones I don't remember when (we were never close). A long time since I'd been with all of them together, though, and it was a blast. I gave them bad directions but they found me anyway. We hung out in a coffee shop and talked about movies and video games (these are non-writer friends! We don't talk about writing!). Heather joined us later, and we walked up to Telegraph, so those who'd not been to Berkeley before could, you know, see the weirdness. Then we came to my house. I showed them my Tortured Souls and Scary Tales figures, which they were as enthusiastic about as I am. We talked about books and movies and video games some more. We told silly stories. We drank (wine, rum, vodka, assorted mixers). Eventually they crashed (one on a couch, one on a futon, one on a loveseat, poor guy). I went to bed, woke up slightly hungover, but drinking some water helped. My friends got up, slowly got ready to leave. I said goodbye around 11:00. Sad. Don't know when I'll see them again. Next time I get to North Carolina, I guess. Could be a while.
I finished my Mom's Mother's Day present, and mailed it off. I listened to the director's commentary for the first two episodes of Buffy on DVD, and it was very funny, because Joss Whedon is funny. I made breakfast. Heather woke up, hung out a bit, got ready to leave. Now she's gone, and I'm here, feeling strange and apathetic, not exactly tired, just mentally adrift. Don't feel like working, or washing dishes, or reading, or anything. So I'm here. Writing this.
It was really good seeing my friends. Maybe I'm just lonely now.
Later
Had a nice evening -- played a few hands of Family Business with Heather, frolicked extensively, and went out to get late-night sushi (Heather's treat!). We decided not to go to the KFOG Kaboom; spending close to two hours on public transportation in order to see 20 minutes of fireworks seemed excessive.
It was an entirely unproductive day (except that I read most of Kim Newman's The Night Mayor, which I like (though not as much as The Quorum); reading counts as work). I usually feel a greater urge to be productive on Saturdays, but today was all about getting my lazy on. Perhaps tomorrow will be different...
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