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brinshannaraI sincerely do not want to go anywhere or do anything.
It's snowing. I'm cold. I'm tired. I'm headachey.
And I have to leave here at 12:30 to get to my 1:15 class on time.
Sigh.
Had an alternately lazy and busy weekend. I did very little on Saturday. I dozed in the afternoon, during hockey, and did very little in the evening, too. Spoke to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drsnicket, though, which is always nice. :) PF came to town on Saturday evening, so we met up on Sunday afternon (early afternoon, too. Like 1!) and spent the next three and a half hours chatting about all kinds of things -- women, men, hockey, politics, the future, etc. We also talked about her younger sister, which is a whole other can of worms. Let the record show that I am officially happy that my younger brother is not as much of a dumbass as I occasionally make him out to be.
Then, when JB got back from Ottawa Sunday evening, she called me from the bus station to see if I wanted to go meet her for a late dinner at a place near where she lives. I actually hadn't had dinner yet at that point, so I said sure. I managed to pick up a bus pass along the way and she and I had a pleasant dinner for the next hour and a half.
There was this whole conversation while we were walking towards her place (and towards my bus stop) that got interrupted when the damn bus actually showed up and I had to make a run for it. More details in a friendslocked entry later on.
And on that note, it's noon. I should eat and get dressed and get going.
Mondays. Feh.
It's snowing. I'm cold. I'm tired. I'm headachey.
And I have to leave here at 12:30 to get to my 1:15 class on time.
Sigh.
Had an alternately lazy and busy weekend. I did very little on Saturday. I dozed in the afternoon, during hockey, and did very little in the evening, too. Spoke to
drsnicket, though, which is always nice. :) PF came to town on Saturday evening, so we met up on Sunday afternon (early afternoon, too. Like 1!) and spent the next three and a half hours chatting about all kinds of things -- women, men, hockey, politics, the future, etc. We also talked about her younger sister, which is a whole other can of worms. Let the record show that I am officially happy that my younger brother is not as much of a dumbass as I occasionally make him out to be.Then, when JB got back from Ottawa Sunday evening, she called me from the bus station to see if I wanted to go meet her for a late dinner at a place near where she lives. I actually hadn't had dinner yet at that point, so I said sure. I managed to pick up a bus pass along the way and she and I had a pleasant dinner for the next hour and a half.
There was this whole conversation while we were walking towards her place (and towards my bus stop) that got interrupted when the damn bus actually showed up and I had to make a run for it. More details in a friendslocked entry later on.
And on that note, it's noon. I should eat and get dressed and get going.
Mondays. Feh.
