Nothing for Breakfast
I didn't do any grocery shopping this weekend. Instead, I opted for eating out and spending way too much time in front of my computer. Sound familiar? Yeah, cross-reference...oh....every freaking entry for the last year. It's a bad habit I have. I did manage to do 8 loads of laundry, so I'm completely caught up, there. If only I could stop wearing clothes so I could stay caught up.
Since I didn't go shopping, I don't have enough (soy)milk to have cereal for breakfast. That is a drag. I'll end up paying 89 cents for a little cup of Dannon yogurt at the cafeteria. Or, maybe I'll get there early enough to get some fruit or something. Either way, I'm just spending money to compensate for the time I didn't spend at the store.
I've been spinning my wheels all weekend, trying to rapid-learn a whole piece of technology. It didn't work out very well. All of the tutorials required some other installation that I didn't have. I don't know why it's so complicated. I'm hoping that, by the end of the week, I can find some way around it. I hate it when I get into these tangents with software. I get in over my head.
Right now, I'm looking at about a dozen different books on ASP.NET. I'm hoping that might be another helpful way to go. Not that I know. I may be complicating things.
I don't know why I bother.
I spent Saturday evening with CB. We went to the Cheesecake Factory, or, as I called it, Abercrombie & Food. What a bunch of snooty bitches with that advertising in the menu bullshit. The food was good, but nowhere near worth the price. They are pretty full of themselves. CB bought, so I had no complaints. We had a nice dinner, and talked about all sorts of stuff. I broke down and got a little teary. I don't think either of us was in a good place, to begin with.
It was prom night for some school, so the place was full of kids in formalwear. That was a weird vibe, especially combined with the crowd that was watching game 7 of the Suns-Lakers playoff on the TV over the bar. (It was a blowout.)
After that, we went back to her place and watched 40 Year Old Virgin. She'd never seen it, and liked it. I was all wound up over Seth Rogen and Paul Rudd, after watching it. Hot. Both of them. So, rather than sleep on CB's couch, I decided to drive home at midnight.
I rang up my buddy, D, to keep me company. He was still up. He had bad news regarding his last attempt at the Bar exam. I was surprised that he didn't pass it. I was so sure he would have. Shows what I know. I asked him what he's going to do, now. He didn't know. Poor guy.
I might have gotten a photo radar ticket on the way home. I'm not sure, because I was behind another car that was going faster than me. We were pretty close together, though. He had just passed me and got over in front of me when I saw a flash way off to my right. Oh, well. We shall see. I was speeding--I was going a little over 70. I should have been using cruise control, since I was on the part of the 101 that is famous for photo radar. Plus, I was talking to D and not really paying attention to my speed. I was a little bit distracted by his awesome voice.
We ended up talking for another hour after I got home. We never run out of things to talk about. I don't know why that is the case, but it is. There's always something going on.