Last night I hosted a small Rally Cyprus party. It was pretty fun.
After everyone left, my sister and I hung out and talked about life in general. It was pretty fun. Of course, then she thought she could fix my typewriter, the one with the “A” key that doesn’t work. She found the problem, sure enough. But the fix was quite difficult.
This story sounded so much better in my head.
At any rate, we worked on the typewrite for quite some time but never got it fixed. I have a feeling that our lives will end up like this. Us working way harder than we need to on the things that don’t really matter all that much. I never use the letter A anyways. It’s still fixable, but it will probably require professional help.
Oh right, we made a song, too. She played Rhodes and I clapped. It’s a pretty great song. She got to name it. ("SPQJ Three")
Well, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. The thing about being a non-drinker on a drinking holiday is that it’s kind of like Xmas for poor people: a big let down. Promises of revelry that don’t get fulfilled unless you make it happen yourself. Today I don’t feel like revelry.
I feel like trying out my new camera a bunch. The memory card came in today, so I took a couple shots to make sure everything works. I think I’ll like this camera. Let’s see how long it takes for me to destroy it.