Evening of 3-8-6

I sat with Cliff for a moment. He communicated he had nothing to do for the rest of the day. We decided that we wanted to avoid playing video games, as that’s our standby and last-resort. ..Which is why we end up doing it a lot, because nobody can ever think of anything else to do. Headed to Chester, because.. Don’t know, it has a tiny theatre. Habit.

Ended up renting Deuce Bigalow: European Gigalo. I love Rob Schneider. We played Monopoly first. I went with orange, red, and green, while he went with dark purple, light blue, and dark blue. Both of us shat on yellow for a long time. I had light purple, but was never able to do anything with it. He beat me with Baltic. No, I’m serious. Didn’t land on Mediterranian. Did finish me off with boardwalk, but shh.

Ate dinner that my parents made. Spinich-stuffed chicken and spanish rice. I’m impressed.

But yes, Rob Schneider. It’s like the writers took one concept and completely ran with it on the spot. I’m impressed they didn’t run out of steam, and kept surprising even me. Penis-nose? *thumbs up* I called that they’d do a repeat of .. breasts in water. Except this time it was breasts against glass. NIPPLES. *giggles*

I knew there would be Red Herrings, but sometimes even I was caught off-guard. Good, good. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much this year.

I have classes in the morning, and my class for tomorrow was canceled. I’ll work out tomorrow aaaaaand guess I’ll rox0r my morning cycle.

Oh. As soon as I came home with Cliff, I downed a liter of water. Because I was curious whether I could still down a liter of water. *looks at his stomach* …Apparently I can still down a liter of water?

Yes. I peed. A lot. It was divine.

I’ll go decompress and GOTO bed.