I'd say that technically, I just stayed in my room, and hung out with myself. I'm really not all that bad of a companion, most of the time, though the fact that I know most all of my stories does occasionally make me a bit boring.
I'm seriously looking at moving to a hard-disk based karaoke system. I'm getting tired of replacing worn-out discs, and it would be nice to have something small enough to be transported in my car. I can buy a turnkey system, but I'm leaning towards putting together my own, if only because I want to make sure the sound system is decent quality.
I also don't particularly want to mix on-screen. Real sliders are a lot faster, and give much better tactile feedback.
I finally actually fell asleep at something like 7:00am Wednesday, then woke up at 12:30pm. Since my food for the previous 24 hours had been Punjabi mix and a small bowl of sausage and fettuccini stuff that
Then back to the house to talk to my agent. We just put together a counter-offer on the house, and he thinks that title insurance will completely cover the support lien. If so, things may move a lot faster than expected.
Not too surprisingly, I haven't even started packing. Today was a truth-in-advertising day, so I wore my "Flake" shirt.
Then some shopping at Fry's, followed by a fun rush-hour swing back down to Dinner &. Tonight was a small group, but a nice one, if all-male. That was a little disconcerting. I guess I've gotten used to some level of female presence. Whatever. I had a great time, as always, including wonderful talks with
I just wish the subject of conversation hadn't kept shifting back to Margaret Thatcher's vagina. One might even suspect they were trying to turn me against straight sex, which might work, if I thought for a moment that Margaret Thatcher was a woman.
Timmie and I got home maybe half an hour ago. He's hopefully heading towards sleep, and I need to pay a bunch of bills. So I'm-a gonna do that.