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ooooh I'm smitten with delight, jubilant, enthralled, happy, ecstatic
My morning workout had plateaued a bit, but over the last week or two I've managed to kick it up a notch. Yay, endorphins!

I have a plush frog the size of a schoolchild and it lives next to my dinner table, posed like a cat waiting to pounce. A frog would not pounce that way. I do not care. My frog is soft and huggable.

I asked my husband what he liked or didn't like for meals. Turns our he would like more pasta. I love pasta, more than the average person, so I'd been holding back on fixing it too often. All pasta, all the time I feel freed to indulge a little more often from now on.

There's this old Apple II game (Transylvania) I used to play on school computers in free moments. I never got very far because Reasons. Turns out, there was a DOS port and the programmer has it freely available on his website and I beat it! Well. I got past the main sticking point I'd had so, so many times before, and then I realized that I had absolutely no idea what I should do next, so I used a walkthrough. (Bite me.) I've been gleefully booting it up and doing All The Things in a single playthrough, just because I can now. Bwahahahaha. There are sequels....

Life is good.

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lonely, psuedo-Medusa, scared, sad
I'm trying to figure out how to get over this funk I've been in. I've managed to identify some causes, but they are things that aren't really within my abilities to change, so maybe all I've done is kill a little time.

There just aren't enough hours in the day to play all the video games that would help me unwind.

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devious, content, blonde wearing glasses, okay, thoughtful
I got new shoes two weeks ago. They're comfy and sturdy, with plenty of traction. No more slipping on the floor due to worn-out shoes!

Except I lost them within the first week of having them. I took them off at my mother's house, carefully set them out of the way in the first place I'd look for them, and later they weren't there. Nor were they anywhere else I could think to look.


Today my aunt texted me, saying she and her granddaughter were in town and needed something to do for a bit; could they come over? Well, yeah, of course they could!

I'd gotten the idea to get rid of my PS1. I never used it (my husband and I have two PS2s between us, both of which can play PS1 games, so the PS1 is utterly redundant). I should get rid of it.

I also had a PS1 Dance Dance Revolution game (Konamix) that I couldn't play on our TV, due to display lag, but it still works fine with any CRT TV. I even had an extra DDR controller to go with the set. I thought maybe I'd see if my aunt was interested in having her own DDR game, since she'd tried it at my place before and seemed intrigued by it. It was worth a shot, anyway.

My aunt and her granddaughter barely got in my door before they asked if I had movies, or video games, or did I happen to still have a DDR game? Could they play that?

My usual DDR game (SuperNova) has a setting that lets it get along with the flatscreen TV (Konamix doesn't have this setting). I got everything set up with Supernova and chatted with my aunt while my cousin quickly picked up the gameplay.

My aunt started off the conversation by asking what all she would need to play DDR at her home: an Xbox, she asked, was what I had? And a dance mat, clearly, but how would she know which one would work for which game, or which system, or how did that work?

Thus assured of her interest, I politely stopped her and asked if she would like my old DDR setup: console, cables, DDR controller, and game, everything required, none of which I had any use for.

That was awesome and made us all very happy! Whereupon we grinned a lot.

I'd kept my PS1 in storage at my mother's, so we went over there. I got into the room, slid off my shoes so I could stand furniture to reach it, and found a second pair of shoes waiting there: my mislaid new pair, right where I'd forgotten them the last time I looked at my PS1.

Aha. Okay!

So I don't have a PS1 anymore, but it's going to a good home. And I got my good shoes back. I have tread again.

Life is good.

home is best
woman with cuppa and laptop, working, awake, nerdy, caff and comp
Last week my husband baked me a cake. In reference to a joke we shared, it was yellow cake and he decorated it as the periodic table square for uranium.

(My husband is the best.)

We had some local family members over to our new place - the first time most of them had seen it since helping us move in - and it went really well. We had enough chairs and I figured out how to stretch supper for our early arrivals. The dishes all got done either that night or the next morning, I don't recall which, but they didn't linger to bother me. That's a new-ish development and I like it very much.

Our home looked pretty good that night. I'm proud. It still looks nice, even with Roman Holiday running unheeded on the TV (I needed something non-action to keep me from getting bored while I did some sorely needed mending, and then I left it running while I worked on other things) and the stuff that is normally on top of the dryer is on the sofa (brb, fixing that. Fixed!).

The weather has gotten warm, even hot. The temperature is lovely but the humidity is more than I'd like, even if it's far from the worst South Dakota has to offer.

My elbows are sore and I know why. Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I finally crawled all surly out of bed and curled up with Kirby Mass Attack. I tried to achieve perfection in every stage, one stage at a time; I only made it to the second world, and it took me so long that today I am running on fumes. It's a Kirby game, a series known for its low difficulty, and I was cursing as early as 1-2. Lovely. I am forbidding myself to even look at Kirby today, or nothing else would get done. As for the sleep deprivation, well, God bless Mountain Dew.

devious, content, blonde wearing glasses, okay, thoughtful
I dismantled Fort Kickass and rebuilt it into a tower, but that didn't give me as much floor space as I was hoping. Also, the thing I hoped to could shove into the reclaimed space turns out to be 2 inches too wide to fit. Annoying. I hope something useful comes of it.

Still, I did laundry and I washed dishes and I vacuumed the stairs, even though I hate vacuuming (so noisy!) and I especially hate lugging a vacuum cleaner step to step. But it's done, hurray!

In the process of trying for a homier home, I have discovered that it doesn't really feel like home until my Super Nintendo is there, is connected to an appropriate TV, and has been played a little. (Or a lot - after getting the SNES settled, I spent the next week or so playing Illusion of Gaia start to finish. And getting all 50 Red Jewels hidden within. And beating the bonus boss — the first time in my life I've managed to do so.)

I like my Super Nintendo, and Illusion of Gaia. A lot.

I still need to figure out where I can stuff my PSP and accessories when I'm not using it/them, but that seems relatively small and do-able. I'll get this whipped yet.

When the biggest thing on my mind is "My PSP is fine where it is, but it needs a good year-round home", you know that I'm doing wonderfully. Yay me!

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