I moped for a while this afternoon - I was invited to go see a movie at the ACRC, but was warned that the chairs are not comfortable for long-movie-viewing... and that's not something I can really handle anymore. So I wibbled around and never bothered replying to the emails, because how do you explain something like wussy that? I can't. I'm too proud. I should've just said I couldn't go, but I got all worked up in my head about it and ended up saying nothing. Rotten and un-friendlike of me, and I feel impolite, now.
Jake cheered me up with Star Trek and fruity drinks, and made an amazing dinner with potatoes au gratin, green been casserole, and roast beef smothered in a mushroom, onion and red wine gravy. Mmm. Then the pets were snuggly, the fire was warm, and all was right with the world again.
