January 31st, 2007


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So, I order a pizza. Mmm, pizzay goodness! I wait, and soon the knock that heralds said goodness comes a-knocking on the door. "Huzzah!" think I. I skitter to the door, debit card in hand, with no shoes, no socks, and a thin t-shirt and jeans ensemble. Hey, I'm just signing the receipt and getting my pizza - I don't need shoes and socks!

I step outside, closing the door behind me. The pizza guy looks puzzled by this. "My cat," I say. "He'll try to escape if I leave the door open." "Ah, understandable," says he. He hands me the pizzay goodness and my receipt, and reaches into his pocket for a pen. And then into another pocket. Four pockets he searches, and still comes up penless. "No worries," I say, "I'll just duck inside and grab a pen." I reach for the handle and turn it.

Sadly, the handle does not turn all the way. It barely turns at all, in fact. It seems that, in my haste to obtain pizzay goodness, I had locked the door. "Well, hell," I say. "That...um, that's a problem, that is." The pizza guy now looks amused. "Home alone?" he says. Well, except for the cats, I think, and as of yet they haven't figured out how to unlock doors...

"Can I borrow your cell phone?" I ask frantically. Eric's at the game store - he can head over here with his keys and let me in! Huzzah! The call is made - and it turns out that Brian's gone, so Eric's running the store. Which means he can't leave. Well, crap. I can hear him talking to other folks, trying to find someone to drive his keys to the apartment and let me in. I hurriedly hang up, handing the phone back to the pizza guy. He hangs out for a few minutes to make sure everything is set, then he leaves. After some time, and some awkward conversation with our neighbor (who let me inside for a few to make sure I didn't freeze), Selena drove up and let me in. She is officially my hero.

In conclusion: I R TEH DUMBASS. *headdesk*
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A real update! Huzzah!

Grandma update: Signs are looking better. Her left side is pretty well gone, but she was able to sit up by herself for a few minutes yesterday. Admittedly, she was tied to the chair - my uncle doesn't move so well, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get to her in time if she started to fall - but she did it! She was also more talkative, and the doctors are starting to sound more optimistic, which is good. They weren't sounding all that hopeful last week, so it's good to hear. She's not out of the woods by any stretch, but it's not looking as scary as it was.

Work update: I actually screwed up the nerve to talk to my boss about coworker S, and it turned out that he already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He had apparently talked to her before I said anything, and that hadn't done any good, so he had his boss talk to her the next day. Apparently, that was all it took, because things have been a billion times better since then. Now, she's "reconnected" with some guy she dated five years ago, and, like, he's sooooo sweet, and, like, it's like FATE that they found each other again, because she'd been looking for him on myspace for, like, four years, and BAM! He just showed up one night, and he's sooooo cute, and he thinks it's fate, too, and he said that they would have, like, really cute kids together, but they're, like, taking it slowly... At least she's happy. She's a much easier person to work with when she's happy.

Life update: Overall, things are going pretty darned well. My teeth still hurt a bit from the dental procedury of last week, but all that's doing is keeping me from eating things that are too hard (like, say, M&Ms). Admittedly, this is hard for me, but I'll get by. With luck, we'll be buying plane tickets in the next month or so to visit Colorado in May (which was in the works before Grandma's stroke). I'm really looking forward to it, actually - I want Eric to meet my family, and to meet the people who helped shape who I am. Naturally, I'm a little worried, too - there are tons of embarrassing pictures to see and stories to tell, and my family loves that sort of thing. :) The apartment still needs work, but then, when doesn't it? In all, I'd say that I'm living a pretty good life.

And that's me. How are you guys?