Poor grammar ahead.

Haven't been too good about jotting things down these days. Let's see. As I remember... Drinks last night with pyrric, who had questions about an archaic verb construct in Spanish, if that's even the right way to describe it. Reflexive past-tense verb plus indefinite article thingy:

comimelo

instead of

lo comi or me lo comi

I told her if she used it, she'd sound like Jesus or something. After drinks, we pissed Giles right off. He even hissed at me. I think he was just feeling bitchy. pyrric lent me Mark Strand's Dark Harbor.

Thursday, I saw Chronicles of Riddick again, with saturniidae, indecenthamtard, fudjo, badriyaz's LJ-less husband, and apatheticenough. Came out of the theater all hyper and buzzy again. Started singing the theme song and everything.

Been seein' people and catching up in general. Switched to a clamshelly-type digital-only cellphone, because I suddenly got really pissed off about hanging up on calls while just reaching for the thing in my pocket, and I was in the mall already, buying Dad a Craftsman toolbox for his day.

Hey, I dragged the whole family to Buddy Dog and they adopted something that looks like a pile of wet dish rags. I think she's kinda homely, but Mom found her irresistible. Docile and well-behaved, at least. And she pats you with her paw if you stop scritching her. I failed to convince my mother to rename her Sila Maria Calderon.

Had drinks and dessert with sordidout on Tuesday.

Didn't feel like seeing Skinny Puppy tonight. I might kick myself for it later, but I just didn't feel like going. I know it's culturally irresponsible of me, but I can live with that.

Bought bedsheets, because my black ones disappeared. How do you lose bedsheets? I wonder if one of my Exilemates took them out of the drier and mistook them for their own. Also bought the cheap economical Ravenswood Cabernet blend for a party tonight. Should be good.

I keep saving unfinished Public-intended entries as Private, because they take private turns as I type.