Meh

Feeling better now. And the cheese on the pasta was not rotten today, so that was a one-time thing.

Instead I'm now sore -- my entire lower arms ache if I try to do anything even remotely strenuous, which fortunately does not include typing. This may have something to do with the shooting pain every time I hit the volleyball. *sigh*

Last night after work I played a little Ark the Lad, and a little Lufia, and read a few more parts of Blue Horizons, and so on, although I'm not sure there's really anything else that I did, except for things like check all the webcomics to verify that, yes, they are on hiatus for Anthrocon.

Now I have to decide whether to keep beating my head against the same thing at work, or start working on something else that might grow to devour my soul.

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I'm listening to 'Stunt' by the Barenaked ladies now, and I don't hate it as much as I used to. I think this means I'm getting stupider.

At work, soul devouring is underway.

Tom managed to get his hands on the actual 3.5 player's handbook and assumes that everyone else should have it too, even though it *still* isn't in stores. I checked the store he said had it (Barnes and Frickin' Noble? Eh?) but it didn't. I considered browsing the normal book aisles to see if there was anything else I wanted to get... but then I remembered the dozen or so books I already have waiting to be read. So... no.

But I got some ice cream... mint and amaretto with cinnimon this time. The mint overwhelmed everything else, so the result was 'slightly diluted mint, with a bitter aftertaste and a grainy texture'.

Beware the Power of Mint!

I'm also vaguely annoyed at someone being a jerk, but I don't think I need that drama right now, so I'll just ignore him. That's the plan, at any rate. He's already shown a willingness to be *persistently* jerky, though, so we'll see.