art is anal

sunday night, 1908 hours pm in the evening, home from work.  i'm still tired, still drained from yesterday, probably still dehydrated.  i think i got sunstroke or heat exhaustion.  whatever.  had a slow day today, but a good one.  i am so tired i skipped out on bike polo tonight.  plus it's waaaay too hot right now, which is also draining.

artisanal isn't a real actual word, it's artisan.  artisan bread, artisan cheese, etc.  people say artisanal though, all the time.  i see that word as "art is anal".   i want to go into a shop and ask for "art is anal bread," or "art is anal cheese".  this would entertain me.

so, yesterday, a friend was leaving town to go live in another town not too far away, and we were gonna have a small going away party for her at the shop.  as tired as i was yesterday after the long ride, i managed to drag my ass into a shower and ride down to the shop for the party.

got there, there was a heavy blanket of ickiness hanging over everyone, the vibe was gray and muddy and heavy.  one of the guys, who is a strong cat, great fella, but kind of a high maintenance prima donna felt snubbed, wrongly so, one too many times, and sort of quit.  this of course brought everyone down.  the funny thing is...he is so self centered, and everything is always about him, he screams for attention all the time, and it totally was appropriate that he would make a scene and make everyone turn attention to him when it was our friend's going away party.   he managed to ruin it and put a kabosh on it.   he will be missed, but not as much as he might think.

ok, time for dinner, i think it will be curry chicken of some sort.  then i shall snooze the snooze of the dead, i hope.  tomorrow i get up early and go to the gym.