the jist

No news is good news, right?

I've got very little new news to tell. This doesn't mean nothing is happening; it just means things seem to be more of the same. March has been cruel and heartless, piling on one bad thing after another. I wish all the bad stuff would stop when this month does. Not sure how much more I can take.

The jist: friend hit by car and broken bones, friend hit by falling industrial cheese slicer and gushing blood, friend rear-ended by another car and consequently addicted to the Pussycat Dolls search and blaming me because I said to take extra care after the first 2 accidents (bad things come in 3s), 3 cases of cancer (see?), marital problems for close relatives, rapid declining health of a close relative to the point where I have to plan one last visit before the inevitable, school and work getting in the way of all that, and the anxiety that has been more regularly triggered by the aforementioned. And the distraction I used to rely on has suddenly grown a conscience. Stupid conscience.

I feel extremely weird this morning. Actually, I suppose it started last night and today is the continuation. Perhaps this positive turn of the weather has me worried. Maybe it's the sugar.

Finally watched the last half of the Indiana Jones trilogy, after my viewing partner fell asleep last week mid-"Temple of Doom." I made a batch of banana walnut cupcakes with cream cheese icing on Sunday night and we ate those. Scratch that: I had one and he had, like, four. Maybe three. But of the 22 at the start of the evening, I now have 10. And I guess I sent him home with 5. And I might have had one after he left. And maybe one this morning. The real question is: what do I do with a solid cup-worth of cream cheese icing?

Is "The Last Crusade" the best of the three because of Sean Connery? Or did Harrison Ford finally start to act better? Or was the female lead the least annoying of all his ladies? These are questions I ponder...

Next up is the second in the "Librarian" movie series. Seriously, have you seen how absolutely terrible the first one is? Complete Indiana Jones rip-off, which is why it seems fitting to watch it right after the trilogy. Good comparison. I'm having a problem figuring out why Bob Newhart is in this, but whatever.

Today is Eileen's birthday. She gave up sweets for Lent. Does anyone else find that needlessly hurtful? Not just to herself (she loves cake), but to those around her who feel somewhat snubbed that we can't eat cake on her birthday because it would make her feel bad? It looks like no cake will be served until she decides to celebrate her birthday, likely after school is done and Easter has passed. Like I'm going to make judgements on delayed birthdays...

I have my house back. My house guest decided... well, I'm not sure what she decided other than that she wasn't staying here anymore. I'm relieved, even though I'm concerned about her. This apartment wasn't big enough for the two of us.

She did leave all the ingredients for mushroom soup, so maybe I'd better attempt to make it before the mushrooms start fighting the broccoli and try to take over the fridge with the salad dressing army. The bottles of beer are probably better lovers than fighters.

Currently listening :
Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 06 June, 2000