Sunday morning

We got home a heck of a lot later than planned from Game Night - who'd have thought we'd make it through about seven hours of games and company? Still, it's always a good time to play a lot of games with a lot of people, and ever since the start of the Two Table System things have been even more pleasant. It's nice to be able to grab a couple of other people and find a new game when the rest of the folks are playing Alhambra or Carcassonne or one of those other games I don't really like.

Last night had some good games, including my beloved 6-Nimmt and a new fave, Mamma Mia (which involves Rain Man-like "counting cards" which I am very much into, heh, excellent driver), along with a fun singing game called Hossa which was a good time though at the end of the night and when I'd started getting a seriously scratchy throat. The other table also played Ticket To Ride, which I like, and I think I might have played something else but I'm drawing a blank. Maybe I didn't - maybe it all happened when I got wrapped up with getting my butt kicked on GameCube by a 7 year old who made every effort to tell me how crappy I was doing and how much he was beating me. At some point I decided to give him a little lesson about what "good sportsmanship" means, which I guess was overheard by his parents. Whoops.

Got back a little while ago from an early morning trip to Sorella's in JP, where I had some pumpkin cranberry pancakes that were not as good as I would have liked (though still good) and terrible service. Still, 9:30am means no wait there, which is nice. I would have liked more than 4 hours of sleep, but sadly the sun blares through the window at too-early-o'clock and I simply cannot sleep in daylight. Poo.

I had every intention of going to RI today to do test drives on my dad's truck and hopefully sell it, but with Jen being sick and my being sick I never got the darned thing listed on Craigslist, so I guess that will have to wait until next weekend. I don't realistically know how it will all work, anyway, since buyers will probably want to take the truck to a mechanic before they buy it and, well, I'm at work all week and can't come down to RI for that. Could be interesting.

Our house is a pit which is remarkable since I totally straightened it up on Friday when Erika and Gina stopped by to only see the kitten visit with me. Something happened to the kitchen - it looks like a National Wholesale Liquidators (think Big Lots) explosion with all kinds of random crap like holiday cards and other junk.

I really want to go to the new IKEA in Stoughton but the bank account says no. DAMN YOU, BANK ACCOUNT!

Still ripping CDs

You know, I'm almost through all of the CDs that I actually want to listen to with some regularity. After those are done (probably 30 more), I can move on to the ones that I might listen to every once in a while, which includes the seasonal stuff. Not a moment too soon for the Christmas music and the Grinch CD. I sure do loves me some Grinch.

We ended up going to IKEA anyway, and it was a total circus over there. We parked a million miles away and bushwhacked to the place and my god, it was just /packed/. Not as bad as Rockefeller Center on tree-lighting night or anything, but still. Wow.

We went with the intention of "seeing what was there" and maybe "holiday shopping for relatives" but did neither. What we /did/ do was end up with a couple of odds and ends for ourselves, including this absolutely adorable storage rack thing for the kitchen that will look so cute when it's all hung up. Other than that, nothing much - a garbage can, some 50¢ placemats, a couple of pieces of new swedish tupperware.

By the time we were in the checkout line, which looked like LaGuardia airport after 9/11 I might add, I was feeling completely exhausted and sick and run down. Yuck. Just in time for work tomorrow. But we did get the sheets washed, and the laundry is half done, and the dishwasher is empty, and the counters have been cleared of assorted junk, and the kitten has had some FREEDOM! (Now put my guts back in.) time careening through the apartment before we could put him back in The Room. My plan is to get to bed in the next 30 minutes. Thanks to the time change I can't sleep past 6am, and those last two late nights (2am or later) with a 6am wake-up are /really/ kicking my butt.

You know, I don't think this crap is interesting to anyone but me. But I guess that's okay, since it's my journal.