mind numbing

friday night is the day of the week revered as the greatest of all days. that which is celebrated around the globe as a night of possibility, hope, adventure and impulse.

i don't subscribe. at least not lately, and tonight least of all. like most fridays in current history i've gone to my sister's house for dinner - of which involves more wrangling of small children more than eating. i related my bewilderment at my sister's food, and how tired i always seem to get once the first potato touches my tongue. i thought it was the soporific turkey, but no. it was attempting to keep my brain humming at the pace of a 4 year old for i'm told was only an hour. i wasn't even the sole adult put to the job, my other sister actually did most of the fun having with the kids while i tried to stuff myself into the bottom bit of an all too small closet during hide-and-seek.

after time-outs, and potatoes eventually i left and picked up a bottle of wine before going to a friend's house... apartment. for the purpose of the story it shouldn't matter, but lets be honest, none of my friends are at that stage in their life where having a house is conceivable. *achem* so there i am, sitting on the couch given to my friend, by my family, regularly sipping on my wine now deciding what sort of adventure we should get ourselves into.

some cartoons, a comedy special, ordered in pizza later and most of my bottle of wine later i headed out to hopefully catch the last bus back to my area.... i really do love those electronic bus schedule things they have here. the accuracy of saying that the last bus is "DUE" for 10 minutes is amazing. especially when the scheduler sign thing then goes blank, essentially meaning the bus that was DUE has invisibly gone by and you have missed it.

luckily for me the bus just ended up being late by any standard of lateness. which was a godsend. i'm 27 years old and somehow in the last 2 days i inexplicably suffered a war wound to the knee. it feels like whatever soft gooey stuff that usually protects your joints was replaced by Iron Man's death shrapnel attempting to rip my kneecap off from the inside whenever i put pressure on it.

my 4 story walk-up.