Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction (testing4l) wrote,
Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction

To begin with, this journal entry is by necessity putting pieces together in the most unfavorable light possible. I don't really believe it's that bad. Ultimately, in the scheme of things, I'm on track to get everything I want out of life which is all that I can ask for given the events of the past 2-3 months. Actually, more than that. I think probably from Thanksgiving (ha) until now. I have the potential to get everything I've ever wanted out of life at this moment despite the aforementioned crap.

However, writing from the perspective of one who is continuously beaten by the universe tends to make for entertaining writing. Remember, tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall down an open sewer and die.

In any case, that's where this entry is coming from.

Today started off with a bang. By bang, I mean ! because I was typing a bunch of UNIX commands. Having just started this job, I'm trying to make every effort to look like a superstar in my opening days. It's nice to exceed people's expectations up front and then slack off a bit. It nicely hits the balance on maximum slack and maximum impression of me.

I was up until ~4-ish. relsqui says 6-ish. I have no idea. I collapsed as soon as I hit the pillow and she _barely_ made it upstairs before I zonked entirely. I think she's right.

  The universe whispers: "Let no good deed go unpunished. Hard work is an evil deed!"

I get a call at 9am. Lots of stuff has gone dead. Bloody hell. I shake myself out of bed and get to work _again_.

Around 12pm, I feel like I'm off the hook, so I go to sleep. Now that I think about it, I could say that I've been to both sisters' beds. Was it good for you, stonesundial? ; )

There's some amount of dishwasher drama between Mom and relsqui. As it's hitting the rock bottom, I sneak into the kitchen and try to do dishes stealthily. I fail and relsqui comes in to help, thus defusing the situation. Mom's happy. I'm happy. relsqui...erk...She's not.

She wanders upstairs while I'm still working. I fail to notice this until a bit later when I go upstairs and cheer her up immensely. We go to Mel's for dinner. Yummy dinner. The waitress was nice, but didn't really play games back with me. We play Fluxx and a couple in the booth behind us notice. We chat for a bit and go back to our meals.

I win 3 games of Fluxx. Woohoo. relsqui wins the last. We decide to have a milkshake Naturally with 2 straws. It's yummy.

  The universe laughs and says: "Let no good deed go unpunished!"

I let relsqui talk me into playing cribbage. I'm sure you all know about last time.

We play a game and I'm behind fairly early. I notice her hands have an uncanny way of turning up runs. Specifically of the double sort.

We're near the end of the game and I'm not inconceivably far behind. She notes before the next hand that I'll have 3 chances to count in a row should she fail to win next turn. Oh ho! A glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel!

  The universe at this point is holding a fishing pole with a bowl of chocolate covered
  strawberries attached to the hook. And it's _just_ out of my reach.

She's somewhat far from winning (perhaps 15 points) and it's my deal. I can do this. I know I can.

  I swipe for the bowl hoping to catch the Universe off guard...

She counts and ends up at _exactly_ 121 points, thus robbing me of my 3 upcoming counts and nominal chance of victory.

Again with the losing at cribbage!!!

There is a special place in hell for people who whomp newbies, talk in movie theatres, and molest children to paraphrase Shepherd Book (go see Firefly now if you don't get the reference)

  The universe mockingly sneers "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.   When will you EVER LEARN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I'm a fairly competitive person. Probably a _very_ competitive person. I dislike losing especially when it seems like absolute dumb luck working against me and putting extremely good hands in hers.

Strangely, I like roulette. Maybe because it's just the universe vs me instead of the universe conspiring with my opponent to bring me defeat.

I'm planning to head back to SC tomorrow. I may try and catch the infamous #9 on the way.
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