Not a bad schedule this week...

Coming this week: SUNDAY: (Today): Blech. I'm sick. Besides 2 hours of homework, completely baffling Spanish homework, I'm resting mostly all day. Gotta get better fast. Not a bad way to spend the day. MONDAY: Gym for sure. Columbus Day. So, other people are not working besides me. This might mean getting together with a couple friends and playing Runewars. "...an epic board game of conquest, adventure, and fantasy empires for two to four players". We're playing this to honor Columbus, obviously. TUESDAY: Espanol class. Then gym, a nap and then friends coming over later that evening for game night! WEDNESDAY: Nothing definitive except a real need to study for first exam tomorrow. Then, D&D at 6 PM. We're in week 4. I haven't played D&D or any other role-playing game in over 20 years. Pretty freaking cool. THURSDAY: Exam in Espanol. Eeek! We'll hope for the best on that one. Gym after. To get rid of that weird energy. And a nap. But then it is game night at the Lab! Board games til my eyes bleed that night. FRIDAY: Nothing definitive during the day. But going to Othello this night. The opening night. Very excited. Then, a Pimp and Ho party afterwards. Last year, there were like 150 people at this party. Should be good. SATURDAY: Gym, naps, then a free social media party with free food and booze. That'll be good.

Jen and the drunken debauch about 2 years ago

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It's ham or NOTHING!!!

As I overheard my co-worker making her Easter plans on the phone, I mused back to gentler days. Days of innocence and naivety past. Coloring eggs, Easter baskets, seeing the Easter Bunny when I was 5. I KNOW I saw that fucker. Jumping around in his pink bunny suit in my backyard. Don't tell me he doesn't exist godammit! Then the divorce, no more Easter baskets. No more family shit. No more teachers, dirty looks, whatever. I recall foraging at fucking KFC one Easter in denial- "I used to have Easter dinner with my family" Waaaaaaaah!!!! I had basically run my whole Easter memory reel in about 20 seconds. Anyway, getting back to the story. As she got off the phone, I said, "So, its ham this year, eh?" She turned to me and said sharply, "It's ham or NOTHING!" She had a look in her eye that said "if you fuck with me on this YOU. WILL. DIE." Hey, who am I to argue? Ham is awesome. It IS ham or nothing.

Words to live by, if you have chickens

"You don't fall in love with a chicken". Deep, deep words. Too important to forget.