In which — aw, hell. Nothin’. In which nothin’. *sigh*

This morning I caved — because not only am I weak but it’s cold and I was hungry and very sleepy — and I pulled into McD’s for an egg ‘n’ cheese biscuit, hash browns, and a small orange juice. Now that I can use plastic to get food there, it’s even easier. The bastards.

I’m a little bit unhappy about how cold the house is this winter, with all that insulation gone due to the remodel in progress. There are icy arctic breezes in the hallways. I’ve been sleeping with a hat and slippers on.

The cold snap hasn’t broken and let me tell you what: it is WAY FUCKING COLD. We heat our house primarily with wood, and no matter how thoroughly we stoke the stove at night the fire always goes out before morning. This means that every time I’ve hauled my ass out of bed in the past five mornings it’s been about 40 degrees in my room. Which makes me cranky. Very, very cranky.

I’m boring and I haven’t done anything fun since my last post. The weekend review goes like this: I stayed home Friday (because I was tired after putting in my first 40 hour week in, like, three years. I know: waaaah). Saturday BoS came and made us breakfast (bless his fuzzy little heart) and in the afternoon Bread went to Hickory House to play poker and didn’t come home ’til midnight (while I stayed home in blessed solitude and didn’t even get dressed). Sunday I slept in, then rode to town with Bread and got dropped at rehearsal while he went to BoS’s. The end.

I know: yawn. I’m boring, I’m astonishingly broke, and you’re glad I posted that Frappr map so at least there’s something to do around here. Please, do my boring life a favor and go Frappr. Right over there, to the right, the map thing? Click on it. Yeah. Be my friend. Mmm.

In which there are issues with the utilities.

I had two bloody marys at the Dead Cock after work last night. I hung out with MissT for awhile. Then I went to band practice.

After about 40 minutes of practice, the power went out. And it stayed out. So I left band practice — no way to play electric instruments with no power — and for lack of something better to do went back to the bar, which still had power although it was flickering frequently.

Played Megatouch games with MissT for awhile, had a drink.

Drove home. The Hwy 34 corridor had no power at all, not a farm light or street light or house to be seen. It was eerie and really, really dark.

No power in Batavia, either. When I walked in the back door, Bread had candles everywhere.

Power was restored shortly before midnight, which is when we went to bed and ravished each other. (Actually, I ravished him and he laid there and took it like a man. *wink*) The power stayed on all night, then went out again sometime between six and seven for another hour.

So I’m really tired and I want to take a nap, and it was really fucking cold in the bedroom this morning. Cold and tired is my least favorite combination ever.

It was zero degrees outside when I got up, but it had heated up to a balmy eleven degrees by the time I drove past the bank sign on my way to work.

In other news, my knitting site is down, and so is its host. Neither name will resolve, which means their DNS servers are down, which means something catastrophic has happened. I don’t even know where they’re located physically. And I don’t know any IP associated with the host or I’d try some tracert to see where it breaks. Of course, none of you care about any of this… it’s just that it’s hard to break the Internet so it’s interesting when something stops working.

In which I babble aimlessly, just as you’ve come to expect! Because if nothing else I certainly aim to please. Now hush up and pay attention.

Last night after work I picked Bread up from BoS’s house, then bought us drive-thru (with plastic – ugh) and took him to the bowling alley, where he was going to hang out watching BoS bowl league until I finished band practice.

But then he decided he was sleepy so I went ahead and took him home; it seemed silly to make him sit in the bowling alley bar when what he really wanted to do was fall asleep on the couch. I mean, he’d done three loads of laundry that day, so he deserved a ride home, right? So I drove him home and dropped him off, then turned right around and headed back to town for band practice.

The moon was just rising — it was about a quarter past seven — and it was massive and orange and so very beautiful. I tried to take a picture of it with my cell phone, but it sucks and does the experience absolutely no justice:

When I got to rehearsal, there was chocolate because PjK is a doll. Yum.

I taught him, WTC, and KO another song I’d written and they seemed to like it. We played but mostly we chatted a lot. Love those guys. (GSW and BvB weren’t there last night, so it was only a partial rehearsal.)

My guitar needs new strings; it won’t stay in tune. I also really need to start playing with a pick.

I gave WTC a fairly vigourous back rub (he actually likes Rolfing) because his back is still fucked up and apparently he can’t get emergency visits with his chiro.

And then I drove home, around 10:30, and went promptly to bed.

In totally unrelated news, this is a picture of Bread and me from the engagement party the other night:

My favorite VD quote from the blogosphere: “At least if you’re single you know what to do: wear black and self-medicate.”

In which the poverty continues.

I have a cup of shitty gas station coffee, two cigarettes, five dollars (in the form of a $2 bill and $3 in quarters), and my guitar.

Happy VD.

Now, who wants to buy me lunch?