yesterday k&a returned from the land of the french. canadians. a trio met them at the airport. we sat on a ledge wearing silly hats, grooving as we danced the axl rose dance until they noticed us. after waiting for luggage and waiting in lines and losing the hyper to the hungry, we finally got home much later than planned. too late to watch (and sing along to) Singin' in the Rain with its polish subtitles (which would have made our singing also polish). not too late to make omeletta con cheesio, blintzes, kosher sausages, juice, and fruit explosion pancakes with more fruit and ice cream and cinnamon. it was the best breakfast for dinner ever. shortly after, the kraken surfaced below the flaming lovers in the building, near the fellow with pants on fire, as the cthulhu silently watched from the side.
if this makes no sense, then you obviously still need to come visit me at my lovely home.
today i am fairly certain that i killed off a couple [hundred] brain cells or so. this newfangled faux-television (say it in the accent) is quickly becoming the bane of my existence.
but then i read the poetics of people i scarcely know and have never met, but whose intelligence and wit i have admired for many years. but haven't ever kept up on. only sporradically. often when i should be doing other things. often when laziness wins. but how can it be lazy when it's oh so invigorating?
today i was accidentally blunt in asking sensitive questions. i didn't know. if i'd realised that the whole situation was less than a day old, i'd never have been so direct about it. i don't think any offense was taken. but still.
today i also guilted a friend into not bringing her boyfriend to dinner. i didn't intend to do that. actally, secretly, i did intend to do that. but as soon as i hung up the phone i felt bad and told myself that it was unintentional and really only because i was too busy searching for her lost gift (which i never found). so in the end i got to have dinner with her alone. it was relatively uneventful. except for the whole "huzzah japanese food" thing.
and then there was that vaguely awkward meeting (interruption?) earlier this afternoon. fortunately i met karl's friend properly a few hours later. there's something about feeling hungry no more that makes a sarcastic mood seem invincible. the best part is when you convince everyone else around you that you can get away with it, too.
i haven't decided yet, but i may be in the throes of some bizarre form of manic depression at the moment. either way, it's certain general confusion, if nothing else.
finally, today marks the fourth day that i've been half-deaf due to a headcold making my ears pop. i am now accepting bets on when this goes away. winnings will be forwarded to the charity of your choice.