So the past 10 days or so have been way to freaking busy. It’s not that I mind doing things or want to be a slug all the time but I like to have days where I go out and do stuff and days where I can just stay the hell home. Nothing wrong with that. Anyway all that changed when I said I’d let a friend of mine stay with me while she looked for a place to live. But most of that is dull unless you were there. I did kick her ass playing this harry potter game. I guess I don’t have anything all that interesting to report. We had an frg meeting at chuckie cheese that was like the 9th circle of hell. It was just a lame chuckie cheese. Really lame. But I had dinner with claire so that was fun. I still knit and read a lot. Also I’ve been a bit tweaked about WWIV that’s happening way too close to my husband but I’m working on writing something up for that. It was maddening to me the night something almost happened to him and some people I knew were more consumed with their bullshit petty problems. But I am just being a self absorbed asshole. I just can’t understand how some of those issues are anywhere near as horrible as the state of the middle east. I think I’m going to break out the sewing machine this weekend. Not that I have a freaking clue what to do with it but how hard can it be?