dragonlady7

Bah, crap, the fitted sheet just came unhooked from the corner of my bed. I hate when that happens.

Today is the National Chicken Wing Festival in Buffalo, NY. Due to a country-wide meat shortage, it almost had to be cancelled, but Tyson came through with wings for them, so the show will go on.

It's going to be hot and sunny today, which somewhat displeases me. I mean, wtf? Summer? But why? We've gone this long without one. Bah.

We had Dave's mom over last night, which counts as the first time she has ever visited us. She helped Dave move into his first apartment in Jersey, and never visited after that. So she never saw our Westchester setup or anything.

We also had Dave's buddy Corey swing by for a quick visit, which was nice. We waited for him out on the front porch, drinking a 40 of Labatt Blue-- because the house address is 40, and we thought it was appropriate.

We got the living room and kitchen and bathroom all squared away, but my bedroom-- well, we just shut the door. All the boxes and bags are in there, and it's a shambles. (Er, here, I should say. I'm kind of walled into my bed, and can't find any clothes, and thus am trapped naked with my computer in the far corner of the room.)

I have to find clothes and get out of here at some point, if we are to go and sample the hundreds of kinds of chicken wings on offer at the aforementioned festival.

I have other stuff to talk about, some writing I've been doing, but I have to go find clothes first. I just think it's getting ridiculous that I can't locate a single thing to wear. It makes me feel like a debutante or something. "But Ah haven't a THING to weah!" Only in my case it's more literal, as my clothes aren't unpacked and are buried in boxes of other things.

But I should mention one thought. Two friends of mine had their livejournals hacked. I know, this sort of thing happens all the time. But everyone involved in this incident was an ADULT. And by that I mean, actual grown-up does things for a living HAS BETTER THINGS TO DO. Jeez. I never heard of anyone over fifteen actually hacking a livejournal before. Go figure. They were involved in an argument I was sort of avoiding, as I could see that it all seemed unsalvageably irrational (as Internet debates often are), but I know whose side to be on now-- the side that has better things to do than hack an lj.