My final is on Wednesday. Then I get to come home, do laundry, collapse against Earl in sheer relief, and the next night we fly to LA.

Tonight, though, is class. After class I will grab Earl from home and run by the grocery store, where we will buy things to cook. Then back home, where he'll cook and I'll study. Domestic tranquility. I suppose I can consider it practise for LA, although it'll more likely be him studying and me cooking.

It was a good weekend, all in all. Having Earl around just makes me less stressed. It's embarassing, but I should get used to it. (Embarassing, because I ought to be Functionally Perfect at all moments, and admitting that I'm more functional when I have some other individual around just seems wrong wrong wrong.)

What'd I do? Saw Heather Alexander again. Studied for my final. Read the thirteen or so issues of WildC.A.T.S. that Alan Moore wrote. The storyarc wasn't as good as it should have been, but it did have Tao, who is a character I quickly came to adore. Sometime halfway through the run I put the issue I was reading down, looked over at Earl, and said, "This is what Chryse thinks Martin wants to be like." To which he replied, "And does Chryse read comic books?"

Ceej is thinking about quitting her journal. I hope she decides against it.

Meanwhile, I am thinking of quitting my last bastion of mudding responsibility, which is PernMUSH. I just don't .care. enough, apparently. I care enough to do the job, but when people get all serious and angstful at me about it I just want to laugh. It's not that important. It's cool and keen, and I want to do a good job at it, but it isn't worth spending several hours agonising over. So... maybe I ought to let someone who wants to agonise take it over.

Then again, maybe I ought to tell the people angsting at me to get a life.

So Trip is talking about the procmailrc he's working with at his job, and saying "Well, the dead guy wrote it." And someone asks, "The dead guy?" We're all amused and curious here, because Trip is good at describing people in a snide way, and if he's talking about someone as 'the dead guy' they must have been a pretty apathetic co-worker indeed. But then.

Trip says "My predecessor in this job plummeted from a cliff at, um, Yosemite and died."

What do you say to that?