The Second Drummer Drowned

October 20

6:45 p.m.

What a day! Let's see, what old-school news is there to share... no sales, no rejections, no movements on that front... no real change in the books I'm reading (though I plan on borrowing A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius from sweet Susan soon)... work was (good) work... no, nothing of tremendous import to relate from the past couple of days. So, on to today!

Heather and I rose quite early (for a Saturday, anyway, and she rose earlier than I) in order to go do laundry! Whoop and hooray! We always think of laundry as this horrible day-long ordeal, and we were dreading it... but since we actually had time constraints today, we paid attention to how long it took. We were only in the laundromat for an hour and thirty-five minutes. So, okay. It's just subjectively not so good... but actually Heather and I had a fun time talking while the clothes spun and swirled.

Then to home, where Heather had to get ready for her afternoon/evening of, bleah, part-time convention work. Poor dear! I wandered around while she got ready, partly keeping her company, partly just aimlessly wandering. Around 2:00 Susan came over. We bid Heather farewell and went to Karen's. Karen and Par are clearing out space, and they had bags of nice clothes and random things that they wanted to get rid of, so Susan and I rifled their belongings. As Susan said, it felt like we were looting their house. Go, Visigoths! I got lotsa nice shirts and some goodies for Heather and a nifty candleholder with a bug (as in insect) on it! La!

We played with Tot for a while, and ate chicken, and chatted, and had a nice time. It's always good to see... well, all the people I saw today!

Then Susan and I left, stopping at, um, the Bombay Supermarket? I think it's called that. On University. They have 75-cent samosas there-- so yummy and cheap! I devoured both of mine before we'd walked a block, while Susan exercised a bit more restraint. We drove up to Telegraph Ave. and went to Amoeba records. Susan had a list of CDs she wanted to acquire; like me, she's still trying to assemble all the record collections she once had access to. When I think back to the shared pool of music I could draw on in college... well, it makes me sad, looking at the pitiful state of my own collection. So I remedied things somewhat by purchasing Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain by Pavement (so now I can listen to "Cut Your Hair" instead of simply serenading Heather with it at inopportune times). I also got Too Far To Care by the Old 97's, even though that's not college music at all... but it was cheap, and I don't own it, so. After our buying sprees, we dawdled on Telegraph for a while, until we realized it was 4:45 already. Time zipped by this afternoon... So she took me home.

I listened to Pavement and played some Diablo II (making no particular progress, but racking up experience points and finding some cool stuff). Then I got all household-helpful-minded and did some dishes, so that Heather will have a slightly more pleasant place to come home to this evening (and she should be along any time, now).

We're going on a date tonight. We've got reservations at a nice restaurant, a surprise for Heather (well, she knows we're going out, she just doesn't know where). My boss took me to this restaurant for lunch last week, and... well, it's lovely, but I'll wait until after we've gone to rhapsodize about it.

It's been a super-fun day, marred only by the lack of Heather... but I get to devote this evening to her, so that's okay.