Which might explain why I kinda went off on Trudi yesterday. Probably not enough, mind you. Also too much - I'm responsible for my own time.
I already have a strong tendency to play around when I should be doing work. With Trudi involved, it gets near impossible. She somehow manages to always have an enormous list of things that need to be done now.
Not that I don't - it's just that mine get put off for weeks. Like dealing with my insurance, or getting my car fixed.
The work I got done yesterday happened while she borrowed the car to do a 20 minute interview. That gave me 4 hours' worth of free time.
At least I got the shopping done that I've been trying to get to for two weeks. The cats finally have food...
Today I'm apparently tasked to order the textbooks she forgot to get to yesterday, as well as get her to class this evening. Joy.
On a completely different note, last night's suicide karaoke was a blast. There weren't a lot of us - I didn't even get started until about 8:45, when
The rotation then "ballooned" to 8, including Trankenstein. Yes, a full night of Trankenstein.
There were several reasons it was so fun. For one thing, the group there did its damnedest to drink for the larger group that should have been there. I did my best to help, in that
For another, everybody started picking songs for everbody else. This started when
We got very silly. It was one hell of a good time. I ended up driving Chip home. Timmie apparently slept a good part of the night in a booth.
Good times.