Friday evening, 6pm, Backspace downtown on NW 5th and Couch. Be there or be…somewhere else much less cool.

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So the roomies and I played some Age of Mythology last night, and as I usually do when we’re doing computer gaming I left my bedroom door open.

This is significant because normally it’s kept closed so as to prevent the household felines from making me sneeze. However, I’m also loath to just hole up behind a closed door when engaged in fun multiplayer computer gaming with other people in the house. I’m a hermit by nature, sure, but I’m not that rude.

Problem is, apparently both cats decided to make themselves comfy on my bed last night, leading to a long night of me wheezing and sniffling. (The only allergy meds I have are “non-drowsy,” which is not what you want to be taking at 1am when you can’t sleep and have work in the morning.) I resolved to wash my bedding after I got home from work so as to take care of the pet dander problem.

So imagine my chagrin when I arrived home just now to discover that, no, I hadn’t firmly latched my bedroom door when I left for work this morning. Yep, kitties sleeping in my laundry basket. (Go ahead and make fun of me for not having put away all my clean clothes. You know you want to.) Now I get to wash not only my bedding but also my clothes, again, if I want to get through tomorrow with any lung capacity whatsoever…

I love being me. Don’t you wish you were me? You should, you know. It’s a blast.

Some days, all you can really ask for is not to have any serious drama. Luckily, this was just such a day.

Not that things have necessarily improved on the work front, or for that matter the interpersonal front, but at least it wasn’t a high-drama day like yesterday. I’d like for this to be the start of a trend, but then again I’m not that much of an optimist…

In the future, I shall endeavor to keep firmly in mind that eating the bite-sized Tootsie Rolls while engaged in an activity that may involve laughter could be hazardous to my health.

I choked on one of the damned things tonight. That, friends, was one of the scariest experiences of my recent lifetime. Being almost unable to breathe? Not fun at all. I was wheezing and panicking. It took a couple of minutes and half a glass of water to get over the worst of it, and my throat’s still a bit hoarse several hours later.

More of that kind of excitement I can do without, thank you muchly.

Well, instead of watching people skate on ice, we nearly skated ourselves… for about ten seconds before we decided that it would be sheerest folly to attempt an on-foot transit from the house to the MAX station.

Oh well. I hope the others had fun. We stayed home and played City of Heroes. (What else were we going to do, eh?)

This ice can be gone any time now, thankyouverymuch.

Mari will be picking me up shortly so we can head up to Seattle and abscond with Dawn for the weekend. Why, you ask? Because Mari picked up more tickets for the ice skating thing, and she knew Dawn really wanted to see the show. And, of course, because Mari Is The Coolest ™.

Wish us luck, safe driving, and clear weather. See you later!