Sunday, January 25, 2004
I think using this blogger to record writing-free days most likely constitutes an abuse of intent.
Yesterday was an oddly good day. I redecorated the office a little (never mind the impending move made necessary by the condiminiumization — I think I'm in denial). Then Spooky and I went for a long walk in Piedmont Park and marveled at freakishly small dogs. Afterwards, we dropped by Oxford Comics for the newest Gloomcookie and other geeky stuff, then went to the video game store at Lenox. We swung by home, picked up Jennifer, and had dinner at The Vortex at L5P, where I got very slightly, pleasantly tipsy. Back home, we watched the third episode of Firefly, which, I say again, really is very good. Then we watched an episode of Bewitched, which was a bit bizzare because a) I was nuts about the show as a kid (though not as nuts about it as was my kid sister) and b) I'd not watched it since at least the late '70s. The episode we saw was one of the late ones, with Dick Sargent instead of Dick York (The real Darren), originally having aired February 4, 1971. Finally, we played Ratchet and Clank into the wee hours.
Not a bad excuse for a day.
Supposedly, I'm heading for the wilds of Alabama in a few hours. If so, I may not get back to the Blogger until Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. But I might post from my mother's. That would be weird. We shall see.
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