Summary of the last few days:

Still there is no internet at home.

Thursday: Catalogued books.

Spoke briefly to my mother, who told me to drink too much. Tried to call my brother, got voicemail; called father, got my brother. Brother said "Your daughter on the phone," nearly got father's wife, laughed at them all and gave the phone to Dad.

Excellent Thanksgiving dinner largely prepared by keshwyn, unfortunately accompanied by me being way too exhausted to be adequately social. Also there: jikharra, teinedreugan, splurby, dpierkowski, jducoeur and partner, briar_pipe. Drank a bit too much, as per orders.

Poked at internet resources on sub drop briefly, decided that the stuff I was finding on my searches was too offensive, too hard to read, or too likely to capitalise "dominant" but not "submissive" to be any damn use before I gave up.

Went to bed at ten.

Friday: Learned about stupid drama that is far enough out out my space that I can't do anything about it and yet close enough that it disrupts my reality moderately. Bared teeth at it ineffectually. Discussed spending time with arawen with him, failed to make phone connections, got weirdly emotional for complicated reasons, set up lunch date for today.

Catalogued more books. Cleared and organised the kitchen sufficiently to set up the kitchen table. Played Civilization.

Today: Did not feel like cataloguing books.

Went out to go to lunch with arawen, with brief stop in hardware store to begin with. Which turned into a lengthy exploration of the hardware store in search of useful things to put in a Discordian toolbox. Acquired: bright yellow toolbox (needs K), Klein bottle opener, coping saw, red tape, misc. other stuff.

Then we went back to the house, confused teinedreugan (the meat thermometer and welding plate I bought were in the box, so we brought the box in for bonus confusion point), and went to lunch. Lunch was had. Talking after lunch was also had, and then arawen went off to his reunion thing.

teinedreugan and I went to Sears and bought a fridge (earning the thanks of the guy he'd talked to yesterday, who was apparently semi-surprised we came back), then we went to Building 19 for the hell of it, where I was told (over the loudspeaker) that here at Building 19 they wanted to provide the best shopping experience possible, and I muttered that they should turn off the fucking Christmas music then, shouldn't they? But we got measuring spoons and bath mats, and fled before Rudolph ate our brains.

And that's the state of the me.

ETA: Sorting mail since I last had 'net access has produced this lovely spam title that must not go unshared: aggregate shmuckys musings.