Evening of 9-29-6

Cliff is out in the living room playing Magical Tetris. You know, we’ve had that game for almost 10 years, yet we’ve never really played it. The large WTF pieces are rather amusing. Game’s for N64, by the way. Liz is passed out, I’m assuming she’s staying the night, as she’s openning tomorrow. Cliff doesn’t sleep – he does indeed have his supply of books on him. Liz mentioned something about needing a designated driver tomorrow. Cliff says he wants nothing to do with a bar. I’m up for being male and not drinking. And stuff.

Screw being complicated, it’s so relaxing to sit back and play video games with him. It’s fun when we’re the same character in Smash Bros, because we can easily mimic each other’s moves easily. I mean, coop. He’s been tearing through papers this past week. He’s past them?

I do have some things to do for next week, but you know what? I’m much more relaxed when I’m properly socialized. If Cliff really is going to be around this weekend, I may just get more things done than if all I have to do is stress. Know what I mean? I don’t do much on weekends, anyway.

I’m going to lift in the morning. *nods* And probably take my mom’s card and get whatever meager groceries we need. Three gallons of milk!