Didn't get to sleep until early this morning, then the alarm went off at 5:00. I snoozed until quarter to six, then I had to get up to finish packing the truck. Less stuff this time: I decided not to bring the boom box, as I used it so little last week it just wasn't worth it. And me being without ready tunes is like a sign of the end of the world.
So, I'm on my second cup of coffee, and a little bit of squirrel mix and twigs-n-berries crunch for breakfast (no, really, have you tasted spelt?) and I should be good to go.
The weekend went well, for a gotta-relax weekend. I think the highlight was getting in several hours of Wolfenstein, which I won't see again until the weekend. Sunday was a full-but-not-rushed day, and we managed to fit in a matinee of Finding Nemo. It didn't rock my world, but it was a good afternoon movie (Mine? Mine?). I love Pixar, and have for a long time. Back about ten years or so ago, I was talking with those guys fairly regularly about sound-to-picture stuff, and they sent me a christmas present of a tape of their animations. It's a little dated now, but still amazing stuff.
And it was fun seeing the previews available in a G-rated movie. New Pixar/Disney film: The Incredibles. Preview was a hoot.
Since we went to Block E, we ate at the Applebees there, and had one of the worst waiters in existence (John). It was soon afterwards dubbed the "Male Pattern Baldness" Applebees, as it seems that each restaurant has a theme. The one in St. Louis Park has been dubbed "Gaypplebees".
I like Gaypplebees a lot. It's friendly and fun, and the food is good. But MPBA in Block E is leaving me a little bit cautious-- there seemed to be a lot of attitude happening and outright bickering among the waitstaff and management, and the food was sub-par. Maybe it was just that day, but it was a bad first impression.
Set upon by a feeling of wooziness on the way home, I ended up in bed again. Woke up at 8:30, in time to finish packing my bags and the cooler, then a last-minute setup of the Sega Genesis for Barb so she could play "ECCO" while I was gone. That involved a search for all the parts-- it's been a while.
And then a last-minute e-mail check, and to bed. 11:30. Crap. Then I couldn't sleep. Double crap.
So this morning is a little through-the-looking-glass. And I have to have a brain.
And the coffee is saying "Drink Me".