I’m not joking about that either. It was my plan all along. I watched so much tv that I…..I can’t think of anything to end that sentence cleverly, but just know, it was an epic day. Abby and Sam, the two pug dogs I’m babysitting couldn’t even hang. At about ten or so they called it quits, moved from the couch into their crate and snored like small motor boats until I went upstairs at 1 am.

My original plan was to do more of the same today, but I think I’ve had enough. After the dogs and I are done hanging out on the couch and checking the internets I’m going to the store to buy a delicious brand of dehydrated soup that is only sold at two grocery stores here in SD. Probably this evening I will continue on with the epic slothness that I normally don’t indulge in.

You might have thought with the switch over to Word Press, I would try to refine and update my content a little. Sorry.

*edit: 8:08 pm, I’m drinking champagne that I bought today and watching this:

This is the best weekend ever.

6:45 am. We went to bed at 2 and were up at 4 to come to the Mac store at Fashion Valley in San Diego. You could probably tell already from the font, I’m in the SD once again. There was an emergency pet sitting crisis that I solved by jumping in the trusty Element. Any excuse to get out of Vegas, really. Pet sitting? Pretty thin, I know.

The store is opening at 8. Kevin is doing a pod/vod or some other type of -od cast linked to other apple stores around the country for Qualcom. I look all official and stuff sitting behind the swanky titanium table surrounded by all things mac doing nothing. Not to mention out of six of the swanky laptops, mine is the swankiest. I’m such a poser. If only they knew I’ve been using a pc for the last six months and it didn’t even really bother me.

Randomly, Eugene Rodenberry, son of, Star Trek creator, Gene Roddenberry just came up to chat and send a video message to the tech guy Leo Laporte. He’s waiting in line for his iphone too.

It is three fifty six am. I am not sleeping. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve logged onto the XM site and am streaming Audio Visions, the New Age channel.

*edit: six oh five am, I switched to Cinemagic. Nothing like listening to dialog from Beverley Hills cop seamlessly blending into Harold Faltermeyer’s “Axel F”.

*edit: Six eleven. I’m just burning doing the neutron dance. And by “neutron dance” I mean feeling really irritated.

*edit: The soundtrack to I Am Ledgend (although a marginally sucky movie) is making me cry a little right now. Either that or exhaustion. Seven thirteen am.

*edit: Sleep 4:30 pm Sunday afternoon. I feel human again.

Andy bought a swanky camera officially for research and development purposes of the “thing” that he’s building the “other thing” for. Unofficially, he’s wanted a swanky camera ever since an Aussie couchsurfer came through with a similar camera when he stayed with us this summer. He had taken some amazing pictures.

We went sailing yesterday and although I took some pictures with the new swanky camera, they kind of suck, so I’m not posting any. Being out on the ocean and sunshine really made me jones for living on a sailboat again. We still have a somewhat steep learning curve….okay, I still have somewhat of a steep learning curve, but I feel very inspired and interested to learn. Andy signed up for the second course that will allow him to rent the 32′ boats in addition to the 22′ ones that we can now. I had my fill of frustration and holding back tears from the first lesson and thought it might just be better if he taught me the information at my own pace.

I still feel a little PTSD when I think of the not understanding, socially inept, salty sea, teacher guy yelling, “leward, Leward….LEWARD!!!!!” at me as I frantically toggled the tiller back and forth thinking I could somehow glean from his screaming of the word what “leward” actually meant.

Don’t even make me retell the “docking under motor” incident before lunch on the first day.

We also had a good chuckle reminiscing about almost getting run over by a huge and fast moving ferry while Mr. Salty Pants told the third student to “Hold you’re course!” Technically we had the right of way. “If he hits us….and we live, we’ll be rich”.