Friday - August 22, 2008

Chickens, sans heads

Still no word on Domino. We believe him to be with another family, happily annoying the crap out of them in relative safety and comfort.

The whole rest of this week has been pretty insane. I've had something going on nearly every night, without a chance to just sit down and rest... and this weekend's not going to be much better;

Tuesday night I took a bunch of laundry over to Ed and Amber's, and I was there until 2am getting it done. We watched Stargate, and I have clean pants, so not everything about that was bad, but 2am is much later than I'd like to be out on a work night. 

Wednesday I was back over there for Wednesday jam session (yes, those are still going on.) This week it was "Hotel California," which sounded pretty okay for just a couple of guys trying to memorize the chord progression. I need to keep up on playing my guitar, because my fingers started to really hurt after only a short while. Sadly, there just hasn't been the time.

Last night, we went to Grandma and Grandpa Land's place for dinner. Grandpa Land has lung cancer, and is fighting like a trooper. Dinner was wonderful, and I discovered that a "grandma-sized piece of pie" is a universal term. The drive there is a one hour drive under ideal conditions, and with traffic on I-75, stretched to an almost two hour drive. The drive home was substantially better, but it still left us home at 10:30. That was when I made the mistake of thinking I had enough time to run the Mana Tombs dungeon in Warcraft with Ed... we had to grab 3 PUGs (pick-up group; or, as an individual, a randomly picked-up member of said group) and we were off. In retrospect, I think I'm adding Fury-spec warriors to the list of people who will never set foot in a dungeon with me ever again. He was 4th on the damage meter (out of 5... and we KNEW the healer was going to be last, which is fine, he was busy watching our asses) kept dying, kept breaking our polymorphed targets. Then he ninja'd the tanking shield I needed. Then, the escort quest (which is the only thing I was in there for) was failed on the last part, so I didn't get my tanking boots, and everyone bugged out of the group. All in all, it was one huge exercise in frustration that ended me up going to bed at 2am... again. And I had naught to show for it except for some Consortium reputation.

Tonight is Ed's going-away party, as he's got a new job as a truck driver he's headed off for a few weeks of training for. So once again, I'm home from work, then right back into my car to drive down to Ferndale. Somewhere along the way I have to get a gift for my sister's birthday. I still don't know what I want to do about that. I'll come up with something that isn't lame, hopefully.

I'll be crashing in Ferndale tonight, because tomorrow I'm running Trinity for Ed, Amber, and Jason as a sort of part two to Ed's going away party. One last game to see him off. After that, it's back up to mom & dad's place for Jamie's Birthday BBQ Blowout Bash Spectacular!!! 

THEN, (because there's not enough on my plate) if we get out of there at a decent time, we'll be driving to Detroit to put Ed on the bus and say goodbye to him for a few weeks while he completes his trucking training.

That'll put me till early morning Sunday, as Ed boards the bus at 12:30ish after midnight. By the time we get home and crash, it'll be well into the wee hours.

Sunday's up in the air, but I'm hoping I'll actually get to relax. All this rush-rush-rush has got to stop eventually.