Once more the wife and I are off this weekend on a trip down to that fantastically overpriced and overcrowded little slice of suburban New York known as Long Island, and while I will absolutely treasure the time I get to spend with family for the Passover/Easter holidays, I really can’t wait until this shit is over and done with.
The wife and I missed our tabletop session last weekend because we were otherwise occupied, which was a bit of a disappointment. However, thanks to the wonders of modern technology I can still let my sperglord flag fly thanks to the fact that it’s now easier than ever to play role playing games over the internet.
Are you having a good day so far? Well, I’m about to ruin it. Strap in, because you’re probably going to be spitting nails in a minute.
The good thing about working as a freelancer is that I more or less make my own schedule. As long as I get my work done for clients under deadline, they don’t really care how I do it. This was fantastic when I was stuck in The Worst Hospital In the World for two days, but now that I’m out I’ve been playing catch-up, and it sucks.
It didn’t help that we got something like three inches of snow yesterday, and I watched it fall for hours while staring out the window just past my computer desk. There’s something mesmerizing about just watching snow fall, and what feels like five minutes can somehow turn into half an hour of mindlessness, so between playing catch-up and zoning out for twenty minutes of every hour yesterday I feel like I’ve managed to do fuck-all yesterday.
The only good thing about this? I can finally trot out my favorite animated .gif for the occasion:
I’m convinced that staying in a hospital is nothing more than being trapped in the world’s worst hotel. The food is horrible, the accommodations are uncomfortable, and it’s harder to check out than the Hotel California.
Yesterday, the wife and I picked up our first real “serious” piece of baby technology, this hyper-advanced stroller/car seat combo that looks like you need a degree in post-structuralist architecture to operate. I mean, look at this thing!
Last weekend, the wife hit her 30th week of pregnancy. This means that in about two months give or take we’re going to officially be parents; I don’t know whether to start handing out cigars or start snorting Xanax.