April 18, 2003 :: 1:53 a.m.
what the reck?
I'm home. I've been home since about six o' clock this evening, actually, and in the last eight hours I've managed to be randomly accosted by my raving, psychotic bitch of a neighbor, become incredibly depressed, turn an apple toaster strudel into dinner, watch 3 episodes of Angel, finish two stripes of the Gryffindor scarf, and eat ice cream. And the accosting took place not five minutes after parking my car - an unfounded and personally insulting freak-out really says "Welcome Home" like nothing else.
Coming in second in the Best Ways to Push Your Child Out of the House Contest is... and empty refrigerator. And I don't just mean empty for me, being the sole vegetarian in a family of pretty avid meat-eaters. I'm used to that. No, I'm taking seriously empty. Like the only beverages available are water and milk empty. Hence the toaster strudel for dinner. It was very disappointing, what with my expecting to whip up yummy delicious burritos and be merry. That didn't happen because it would have required a trip to the grocery store and I only had four dollars to my name. Also, I was in a drastically shitty mood and wasn't up to pushing my way through all the plodding middle aged folk who stroll through Giant like it's a national park, their heavily-loaded carts held out in front of them like road blocks. I love the grocery store more than I probably should, but on most occasions I prefer to get in, get out, and get down to playing with/eating whatever it is that I just purchased. And there's that whole people thing, too. Can't forget that. I'm not claustrophobic at all in the traditional sense (I actually like being in small spaces), but when I'm surrounded by people it's like I'm stricken by a particular form of claustrophobia called claustreoplephobia. It's uncomfortable and I don't like it at all. Boo to people.
As you can imagine, I'm all about this. Too bad it'll never actually, you know, happen.
If I were more awake I'd be inserting a horizontal rule here, but seeing as how I'm on the verge of collapsing on the keyboard I just can't seem to muster the energy. Alas. I'm misspelling stuff, too, which is a sure sign of fatigue messing with my motor skills.
I was wondering something the other day, and I haven't puzzled it out yet. What the hell is going on with the word "reckless?" Because, okay, "-less" is generally used as a suffix, meaning "without *insert word here*." Careless - without care or caution. Penniless - without pennies or other forms of currency. Worthless - without worth or value. If one were to follow this line of thinking, "reckless" should mean "without reck." I'm sure you can see how this makes no sense whatsoever. What's reck? I mean, I know what "reckless" means. That's not the point. It's just the principle of the thing, because it doesn't follow the pattern. Unless the word "reck" is floating out there someplace, undiscovered (or at least unbeknownst to me), having "-less" attached to it all the time with no thought to its actual root meaning. Basically I was just confused as to what "reck" is supposed to mean. Because I think about things like this more often that my dignity will allow me to admit.
Yeah, big geek. I know. I live with it.
And right now it's Big Geek's bedtime, because seriously, me so sleepy. I'll write tomorrow at some point, possible with something of actual substance to say. Amazing.
Oh... aww. Giles is so cute. We bought Buddy a big dog pillow/bed thing when we adopted him, but he's never been very interested in it. So Giles has adopted it, which is just too funny because the cat is tiny compared to the pillow thing. I don't blame him, though - it's a nice fleecy thing, probably very warm. He's curled up in one corner of it, sleeping in his kitty way. I'd take a picture, but I'm camera-less. (See? Camera-less - without a camera.) It's very much a shame, too, because this is the kind of cuteness that needs to be shared. Maybe some other time.
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