Last night after school was pretty relaxing and good for my soul: I came home, vegged in front of the TV and then invited myself over to Heather's place around 8pm. Heather and Gary recently obtained a newly refelted eight-foot pool table and set it up in their heated garage, which has become their quasi-permanent recreation room and bar. After making my introductions to the other folks who were visiting I proceeded to drink too much, smoke too much and shoot pool. Apparently arphalia is my good luck charm... every time she was on AIM and chatting with me I ran the table, and when she wasn't around I had my ass handed to me. Around a quarter to midnight I said good night to everyone at Heather's and drove home. Once I was back at the house I engaged in drunken telephone tomfoolery, with the topic of discussion ranging from serious to seriously amusing. Eventually I fell over for sleep at 1:30.
Right now I'm waiting for a phone call from the roofers -- the plan was that they'd call about an hour ahead of time to confirm their appointment. The appointment is scheduled for noon and there's still been no word from them, so I'm starting to wonder what's going on. I have a contingency plan for today, however, so I'm not worried about it in the least. I'll give them fifteen minutes past the appointment time, and if they don't show up I'll just make an early departure for the Northern suburbs. I'm planning to hit BD's with roho and enveri, then we'll go back to the apartment with the express purpose of tossing back some gin and tonics while watching Babylon 5. I also will get to see the drawings that Genet put in my sketchbooks since she's doing me the honor of breaking them in -- I keep getting told these sketches are something to behold, and I've been waiting very patiently for the last few days. My breaking point has nearly been reached ... with all the teasing I've received about them my curiousity is positively killing me.
Let me be your armour