In which I’ve had a mellow, gig-free weekend.

Friday was review day at work. Teh BF and I totally own that bitch and we both had great reviews. W00t! (Although I was a talkative dork in my review, and barely let management get a word in edgewise. I’ll have to continue to do really well at my actual job to make up for my lack of social skills. Jeez. You’d think by now I’d’ve learned to shut up already.) We went out after work and got drunk – on purpose – to celebrate. It was hella fun.

Kaje got scheduled to work both of my days off this weekend, so I’ve been home catching up on my life. Data organized, sleep caught up on, relationship with dog and G’ma rediscovered, laundry tackled: not being home for a few months really gets a girl behind on her chores. (I’d probably be home more if G’ma hadn’t made it clear that the boy ain’t sleepin’ over. I mean, she let me get away with it before. Oh, well.)

Saturday morning I went to the farmer’s market for a couple of hours. I bought bread, veggies, and some Mexican food I ate while listening to the string quartet that was the day’s entertainment. I bought lemonade. I walked home. It was pretty lovely, even though I was still drunk from the night before.

Saturday night KJ came over after work and we ate the rest of the lentil soup.

I’m almost caught up with my laundry. I have to say that I might not be all that enthralled with hand-dyed sundresses; I purchased two this summer and washing them kinda sucks. They bleed like stuck pigs, they streak no matter how carefully I wring them out, and they try to stain the sink. Bah.

My music library has been reconstructed and lives on my laptop, where it should live! Hurrah! I’m updating album art right now, and tonight I’ll sync my 5g iPod for the first time in over half a year. It’ll be awesome. This whole project has pretty much sucked arse.

Today, the weather is stunning. Warm, dry, and breezy, it’s perfect laundry-line weather… Speaking of which, I’d better go deal with my sundresses.