This has been the busiest weekend EVAR. It’s been the first time that I was too busy to write an entry. I mean, I usually make time to write, with the same priority as showering and eating, but yesterday I only had time for two of the three.

Friday was all running errands and watching Return of the King (which was alright). Much to my surprise, Aaron, Trolley, Wheaties, and Nick all chipped in and bought me Double Dash, which we promptly played until five in the morning. I woke up with just enough time to get to practice (although it was only four hours of sleep), played for two hours, then came back home and slept some more.

By the time I was awake, it was time for Aaron’s pot luck. I had a chance to meet Chris, Mel’s boyfriend, who’s a fucking great guy to hang out with. Of note were Jen’s potatoes, which must have been the most flavourful I’ve ever tasted. I brought about three dozen of the Bailey’s truffles I made, which were well received and gone in five minutes.

I got back around two in the morning, collapsed on my bed, and here I am now, groggy and hungry. In half an hour I have a ride to the first matches of the newly formed city-wide table tennis league. I’ll be playing for about five hours in rotation, varying between singles and doubles matches. I expect to be one of the worst player there, which means that I’ll probably gain a lot of play experience.

I still need to start an economics assignment and watch an accounting tape, both of which were supposed to be done on Friday. Today might just be another total write-off.

Got a compliment the other day on the new cranberry colours I’ve integrated into my wardrobe.

This is Dolly’s way of saying she wants to go with me.

Poor Patches has to be put down today. I have the option of being present during the process, but I really doubt that I could handle something like that. He hasn’t stopped peeing and pooing on my carpet for the last few weeks, and doesn’t seem to be very happy with Dolly attacking him every time she sees him. He’s too old to be adopted by anyone; all attempts to find a suitable owner have turned up fruitless. Since he’s so old and doesn’t adapt well to moving anyway, Trolley, Aaron, and I think it’s best that he’s put down now. He’s lived a very good fourteen years, spoiled by Aaron in his childhood. Nick and I have really enjoyed him being around these last few weeks (aside from the constant carpet elimination). He was very docile, vocal, and affectionate, always trying to sleep on me whether I was awake or not. Sometimes he would follow me around the apartment when I was doing chores for the chance that I would sit down and turn into a pillow. When Nick and I would chill on the couch, he would be the third stooge, always hanging out with us. I gave Aaron some time alone with Patches and a bag of Temptations. Everyone will definitely miss him.

Patches has been hiding under my bed less and less. He’s more comfortable with his surroundings now, but not quite accustomed to Dolly’s aggressive play-fighting. He thinks that she’s attacking him, so he’ll just growl and run away. I’ve gotten him to be more relaxed by giving him catnip. He’ll start rubbing against me every time he smells it, and when he eats some he does a few kitty break dancing moves. Sometimes it looks like he’s trying to windmill into a stall, but I think those are his only moves.