In which I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed.

So last night I stopped at the Dead Cock for an after-work bloody mary. While I was there, SMcL asked me to come over and look at his MP3 player. Gorgeous had purchased two players for her man and daughter for Xmas, and try as they might they couldn’t get them to work.

So over I went.

I played with the electronics while Gorgeous cooked. She fed me tuna steak, green beans with dill, and rice pilaf. Damn.

I couldn’t get the player to work, though. They’ve got a Mac; the player’s machine-translated-from-Japanese instruction booklet claims the device will work with OS X.3 but the drive was unreadable. So I initialized it, and was able to put an MP3 on it. But when I tried to play the file, the player rebooted itself.

Fucking thing.

Anyway, the point is, after all this fun domesticity I went out with Gorgeous and got drunk and didn’t get home until nearly midnight. On a work night. Because I had to drive home, I ended up suffering through an hour of karaoke while drinking water. And this morning I pushed the snooze button until the alarm quit going off altogether, and rolled in to work an hour and a half late.

Bad, bad me.