So we stopped for the night, after 7 rounds. The three of us then watched the first episode of "Buffy."
timenchanter and I had some supper at Carrow's, then home and something like the sleep thing.
Well, y'know, prefaced by several hours of mindless surfing. But that goes without saying.
My first task Monday was to get something done about Cindi's CPU. After a remarkable bit of roundabout, I have an RMA number an'all, just nothing shipped. That's on my list for tomorrow.
Looks like they only do exchanges, so I'm looking forward to attempting to put the same set of pieces together again. Joy!
I also managed to get some clothes for the trip, as well as some RAM for my dad's laptop. I'm supposed to put that in tomorrow, which is only likely to happen if I forgo sleep. Which might be a good idea - I need to be on a schedule that more approximates "normal" for the trip.
I got to the bar a little late, but nothing remarkable.
What is remarkable is that there have been no songs sung tonight. Zero. Zip. Nada.
It just never seemed worth the trouble, since the only singers signed up were myself and Timmie.
We've had a total of maybe 7 customers all night. Some cool people, definitely - Steve's friend(?) Paul, Justin G. and his roommate Erik, the ever-lovely hektikat, and a very nice lady named Teresa.
But the main thing I've done all night is watched "The Devil Wears Prada" with Timmie. I knew there was a reason I put the player output on the board.
Positively unloved, I'm feeling.
It's nights like this that make one question one's career choices...