Why Does It Feel Like Monday?

I know it's Friday. So by all rights it should feel like Friday. And yet ...

I'm going to blame the weather. The Indiana Shroud is in full force, despite a couple of short-lived glimpses of brilliant blue sky and sun today. I got a face full of sunbeam for exactly one minute while I was waiting for the shuttle after lunch. It was a nice change, if too-too brief.

I'm also still a little grumpy that I had to cancel a boba tea date with Cher Mere last night so I could go home and sleep after work. That's right, no boba tea. Didn't even sound good. That's a sure sign something's off. That and sleeping for 11 hours on a Thursday night. That's weekend sleep, that is.

Today I did go in to work, but I'm still feeling a bit punky, and not in the good way. It takes a lot to make me skip a game, but ... I just want to curl up on my comfy couch tonight with some a bowl of ice cream or Cambert tea. Will will just have to put up with me crashing his territory tonight. I hope he's feeling entertaining.

Also, he found an amusing new anime on Hulu.com: Baccano! I've only watched the first episode so far, and I don't know quite how to describe it. It seems to have an odd roundabout storytelling motif in the tradition of Boogiepop Phantom, involves immortal '30s-era gangsters and lots of violence, and is stranger and funnier than I can do justice.

Have a good weekend.

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Brief update

I've been on pseudo-vacation for a week and a half. Which mostly means I get to take naps during the day. I like naps.

Sadly, I have to go back to work Monday, so I'm down to my last two days of maximum goof-off-itude. I did manage to sneak in some fun stuff this time, though, despite having to work from home for a bit. The Beatles version of Rock Band was really fun -- at least, on bass, which I played for all 40+ songs (hee!) -- and yesterday Mom and I went up to Red Arrow Highway for the day. We ate at Redamak's, visited Black Pearl Cargo Co., bummed around a bunch of galleries and antique shops, and finished with ice cream at Kilwin's. Black Pearl had the cutest little Ganesh statues (Mom calls him "elephant Buddha"), and really lovely imported furniture -- tables, armoires, headboards, shelves, even old-world carved doors recovered from renovated buildings. If I had the money, I'd buy the whole freaking shop. Sadly even with the half price sale, I couldn't afford any of it.

Mom showed me a tiny public access beach along the highway, too. Very neat -- but only 66 ft. wide, apparently, with private beaches on either side. It certainly was peaceful, though, and looks like the perfect spot to watch a sunset.

Also: I would like to visit Iceland someday. Yes, I would.

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