I woke up some time a little after noon, after far too little sleep, gave up on more sleep after an hour or so, and, what with responding to comments on my last two posts, got out of the shower and ready to go by something like 4:00pm.
Then timenchanter and I headed up to the Dome, where my parents actually had things to be done. They'd just gotten a new microwave, which turned out to be dented inside the box, so Timmie got to unbox and rebox it while I took down the old one - and put it back up.
They'd also gotten their new Tempurpedic mattress delivered, so I got that upstairs. That was exercise ("It's only 51lbs!" "That's 51kg."). Then Timmie and I had fun removing it from the inner box, the fiberglass bag inside the inner box, and the plastic bag inside the fiberglass one. The present plan is to go back on Monday afternoon, after it's fully expanded to its normal size, and exchange it for the old one.
A very nice dinner (another variant on boeuf Bourgignonne), after-dinner chatting, and home.
At which time I went to bed - before midnight. Odd, it was. I've had a full night's sleep, if not the most restful - I woke up at 5:00am with a headache, for one thing, before getting back to bed. And the bar drama thing is definitely eating at me. But mostly, right now I need to do something about raising my blood sugar.
There's TJ's Massaman chicken heating in the microwave. Should do the trick.
I succumbed once again to malice when I reposted the bar Craigslist ad. At least I followed the letter of what had been agreed with Dana. But, sadly, just the letter.
I really really should be trying to defuse this feud. In the long run, all it's going to do is get me a set of enemies.
Well, not that they're ever going to be friends, and not that they've acted all that much like friends in the last few months anyway. We've barely tolerated each other, and they've been spreading rumors that Timmie's stealing from the bar.
Most of it is personality conflict, I know. I like Dana, despite her rather odd ideas about sound quality. I can give wide latitude for personal preference in sound, and I'll readily admit I'm not that great of a sound engineer. But I know some things, and have even managed to teach her a couple (not that I've ever been helpful).
Besides, she's actually improved. The last few times I've been at their show - likely, it seems, the last times ever - I noticed she wasn't overdriving the bass as much. Baby steps.
But unfortunately, Dana follows Julz around as her personal bond slave, and Julz will never change, because Julz is convinced of her own perfection.
Sigh. I should just stop. There's just something about being looked down upon by the clueless that tends to get me. It's a certain thing that they figure that any popularity I have is a result of some lucky break or other.
Maybe I could channel this in a more positive direction. I should get back to studying sound reinforcement...