Daily Recap for 4-16-6

It was 2:30 PM, and I was bored out of my mind. I’d had my morning water/bread. I’d eaten breakfast. I’d eaten lunch. I ate lunch outside, actually. So. I decided to go for a walk. In fact, not any ordinary walk. I grabbed a banana for a final energy boost, and decided to trek to Cliff’s.

To say it took me a while is an understatement. It took me at least three hours to get there. I didn’t have a watch on me, but went by context clues. *taps head* I stopped off at the McDonalds of my childhood to pee and ask for some water.

It was a gamble. Lately when I show up at his house unannounced, he’s not there. And when I call, it’s about 40% that he’ll answer. No precedence for walking to his house. Sufficive to say, he wasn’t there. His dad said he was at Liz’s. Now under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be a big deal. Just go over there. But walking to her house is in the opposite direction of home, and was watching the sun draw closer to the horizon. I decided I’d hit up the 7-11 for food (since nothing else was open) and go home.

Instinct is a funny thing. I was walking up 206. I saw Erik’s car, and I know he saw me immediately. I waved and burst out laughing. He picked me up, as he said he was not going to let me walk. They were on their way to Cliff’s anyway. So we turned around again and went to Liz’s. They were there.

There were jokes all night about Liz having to breastfeed her baby. She was incredibly cranky, claiming Cliff gets to have fun while she works. I swear, I love Liz, but she bitches a lot. And before you get all agast, she’s nursing a pinkie, a baby rat or something. She says things I’d swear are sarcasm, but she’s completely serious. Driving me home, she was saying with a straight face about how she’s a strong independent female. I said to her, point blank, “Have you ever considered not being a Strong Independent Female”? It caught her off-guard. My point was simply that she has this idea that she has to be a Strong Independent Female, both in order for others to respect her, but more importantly, so she can respect herself. It’s a mind-game. It’s something she’s convinced herself she has to be. Everybody does it, same way I convinced myself I had to be all those things I had to be.

I said to her that she assumes that if she’s not a strong independent female, she’s the inverse. Reality isn’t necessarily so. She can be something else entirely and both we will respect her, and she will respect herself for. And all that happy junk. I’ve seen this in her for a long time, but I never really had the chance to nail it into her. Though, I doubt it’ll make a difference. She seems to enjoy masochism, at least when it comes to smoking and eating shit. That’s america for you. “Look at us eat all this stuff that’s horrible for us!” She seems proud of having fattened Cliff up. I worry about him, as he’s put on weight around his belly. And he gets chest pains. I’m not kidding.

As far as the pinkie goes, and everything else it seems, all she knows how to do is FEED. Okay, great, but there is such a thing as being perceptive about what your loved ones need.

We went to 7-11 first for… things. Believe it or not, 7-11 has sandwiches. I figured I’d try the tuna salad. It was actually the best tuna salad sandwich I’ve had since I was working at Panera. That’s rather sad. The bread didn’t taste stale, and the tuna tasted… good. Yay.

What was our goal of the evening? Play some PS2 game called Finny the Fish. Or something. Cliff bought it because it was ten bucks. We thought we could go over to Erik’s to play it. No dice. The couples had presex on the trampoline. I wisely stayed away. Well, moreso because my feet said to me, “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.” I’m really surprised my feet aren’t hurting any more than they are. Well, blister aside. What’s the logic with blisters, leave them alone? We’ll see. I haven’t had a blister in.. ages.

Sun fell, and a warm darkness fell. Well, cool. But, it wasn’t that cold out. Shush.

We went back to Cliff’s, at which point Erik decided to take his girlfriend home. Curfew and such. I’m used to having my own mode of transportation, so I was humble about making sure I was actually getting a ride home. I hate asking for things.

Finny the Fish is a kiddie game. But you know what? It’s actually kind of fun. Controls were a little weird at first, but Cliff and I have a low learning curve when it comes to video games. Liz didn’t grow up with video games, so she immediately called the game hard or something in self-defense. All I can say is that I’m not dating her. *laughs* I think she’d drive me batty.

Oh, the pinkie. I didn’t even state the funny thing. One of her dim-witted coworkers tried feeding the pinkie to a snake, but the snake didn’t like it. (Dim-witted out of character, not for trying to feed the snake.) So, Liz is going to .. feed the thing until it can be fed to the snake. I scratch my head. I remember not too long ago when she was agast at Cliff feeding his own snake mice and the like.

*shrugs*

We dabbled in Dragon Quest VIII, or whatever number it is. I recognized all the FX noises, and the musical score. First enemy is slimes, as it should be. Cliff offered loaning me his PS2, but then Liz said she wouldn’t be able to play the fish game. Have I mentioned their interest in fish, lately? Yeah. Cliff said she probably wouldn’t have a chance to play it. But. Rather than face one of those moments when she wants to play it, I’ll get the PS2 on some occasion. *nodnod*

Cliff drove me home while talking about philosophy related things. I swear, he should be a professor. He can effectively shift through what different people believed, tear apart their arguments, and effectively analyze what a field of thought SHOULD mean, rather than what some dead people mistook it to be.

So here I am. I downed some cottage cheese when I came in, and a glass of orange jews. Cliff is sick with something. Not paralyzing yet, but. I told him, sleep and nutrition. Gee, wonder why Liz is sick constantly. You can bash medicine, sure, but you gotta fucking take care of yourself. Remember that cold I had? Was over it pretty goddamn fast. Oh yeah. :: beats abs ::

Now if you’ll excuse me, I probably have things to do in the morning. Grawr.

(And ditl #7 is up.)