lauralh | monday in four parts.

"I woke up alarmed, I woke up in your arms, and I knew I had lots of things to do..." well anyway I just wanted to stay there. I never really want to go to work, but I was feeling particularly uninspired yesterday morning. There's this whole big thing where we just released beta 1 and now we have to do support, and the idea made me rather cranky. And every once in a while I think about people moving away and it gets me cranky (on a good day).

But lunch cheered me up to a certain degree - with Steve and his friend Mike - for some reason I'm unsure of. Getting out of the office was good, certainly, and I think the fact that they hate their jobs more than I do was also good. Well, not in the schadenfreud manner, but just because my manager was out of town and I realized I could leave fairly early. Heh.

So I left work early indeed, not feeling cranky but definitely feeling apathetic. Not just about work but about almost everything. I wanted to see a certain band this Wednesday, but because of rescheduling conflicts it wasn't going to happen. So I decided I should walk down to Fremont and buy the CD. And while I was there I bought other CDs (see current music). I haven't actually gone to a CD shop and bought six CDs ever. Well, I started with BMG and then moved to the Internet fairly rapidly (1996). I did once buy the first four Beatles albums (they were sitting in the used bin) all at once, but ha, even then I think I was trading some in for credit.

It's all downhill there, which means it's uphill the whole way back. Which kinda sucks, especially when you're as out of shape as I am. I had to stop several times to catch my breath, and I was definitely feeling the sweat. So I decided to get some Gatorade at the mart near our place, and then I thought about dinner. I actually went ahead and bought some food to make my favorite pasta (it's basically just a cheese type sauce with tomatoes in it), and when I got home started on it. Haven't cooked in about a month, it was sort of fun.

Having a hot tub is almost better than getting free massages. (My housemate tends to give massages when he drinks too much - or if you ask him nicely - and he's really the best at it.) I'm the only loser who didn't join the gym, but I have no trouble sitting in the hot tub after the guys have a rough workout. Heh. I let Erik shower first, since he wanted to watch wrestling, and chatted online with some people. After my shower (which started out a bit rough in the cold water department, as Erik used a bit much) I got back online and some random satch messaged me.

I had originally used my Yahoo profile to meet people, but that didn't work. And by people I just mean people to hang out with. I didn't do much better on Livejournal till this year, either, but anyway. I suppose I shouldn't have put a pic up in there but I did. And so every now and again I get guys messaging me. I suppose they're trying to flirt but most of them are painfully bad at it. The guy last night didn't even tell me his name, and just kept repeating "lol" and ";)". I didn't tell him off, which is what I do once in a while (and by "telling off" I mean "fuck with"), but I was my usual sarcastic self. I know I'm funny, but I'm not all Laugh Out Loud funny. (I told him I was probably going out drinking, and when he asked "What's your poison?" I replied "Alcohol." Which he didn't seem to find nearly as amusing as I did.)

Fortunately I did end up going drinking with Steve... "Where do you wanna go?" "I dunno. Contour?" It was hip-hop night, which basically meant the place was filled with oversized black men. And non-black men, actually. Steve was one of the smaller guys there, and he's not really a small guy. Which sucked for me, as there was very little eye candy, and they were all probably gay anyway. But it was more hip-hop skanky than eurotrash skanky, girls as well as guys. There was one chick showing off her cleavage to the extent that um, well, you could see areola. Just a bit much. There was debate as to how much she'd go for. (This was catty debate, not locker room debate. Chicks man.)

I can never remember my aliases anymore... I think I call Romanian #1 "attack dog"... anyway he showed up, which was fun, since it's always fun. Although this was the first time in ages he saw me solo, and I thought he'd flirt with me more. But he didn't, at all. He has some weird sort of honor I guess. Maybe it's the whole "bro's before ho's" thing I've heard about, since he never flirts with Steve's dates either. He was only there because he forgot his credit card the night before. (Which is why I always pay cash.)

As usual the bartenders hooked us up... I can never tell what my limit is, since it varies with the amount of sleep and food I get. But the drinks last night were definitely up to par ("is there a little cola in your rum?"), and I had three of them. I was feeling pretty good but I could still totally walk a straight line. And in the morning I felt tired but not hungover. So that's good to know, anyway. I suppose the bottle of water I had before coming home helped, too.