tired
hektikat, but some wires got slightly crossed, and as I was partway there I discovered that kshandra was on her way to BJ's. And expecting me to meet her there.Based on two factors - that Stacy would at least have the gracious
timenchanter to talk to, and the fact that I was ravenous - I changed direction, tried to head down to Oakridge, and promptly drove myself onto the SJ airport loop. I think I'm going to try to claim my ability to get lost as a "skill." I'm certainly good at it.In any case, 25 minutes later I arrived in south San Jo, met up with Kirsten, and proceeded to have a relatively enormous dinner. But sooo gooood.
I really was hungry. I mean, we had dessert.
From there I scooted up to the bar. The DJ was pretty good. Not quite my sort of music, but he was playing it well. Otherwise it was slightly better than the usual dead Friday at the bar.
Talked to Timmie for a bit, then came home, ostensibly to sleep. I was, in fact, falling-down tired.
So I of course got involved in a programming task, and was up until 9:00am or so.
wxPython's XRCed is cool. Though I wish one could do more layout in character units, rather than pixels, but perhaps it, like CSS, will eventually catch up to that.
Then too few hours of sleep, and up to my parents' place at an awfully late hour. Still, they seemed glad to see me, and I was able to do a couple of things around the house. I'm also tasked with adding memory to my dad's laptop, which will hopefully go better than the ongoing fiasco with
supersniffles's ButtonBox.And that's about it. I was feeling tired and antisocial when I left there, so I skipped dropping by the Stripes donation party (Timmie had my contributions, anyway), and just came home. In the best of all possible worlds, I'd now go to sleep.
I'm not counting on it.
