Lots of Monkeys

I was in Chuck E. Cheese last night until nine o’clock in the evening. Then I was in the Chuck E. Cheese parking lot until ten-thirty. One may ask, “What were you doing in Chuck E. Cheese in the first place?” There are several answers.

a) Attending a five year old’s birthday party.
b) Reliving my first grade birthday party.
c) Watching the parodies of “Crocodile Hunter,” Michelle Branch videos, and Veggie Tales Videos–all of which were surprisingly entertaining. Laughed out loud, I did.
d) Catching up with friends from college.
e) All of the above.

To Nisa I say this:

Outside and I have an understanding. We have no problems with each other as long as there’s a screen door between us.

Also, a somewhat relevant comic from 1999.

Okay, whoever “worked” in my office before me, never thought about how a desk should actually be. I’ve got maybe two inches of clearance before my chair hits the radiator behind me. Not only that, but my chair can never get close enough to my desk because the carpet ends just before the front edge of my desk, preventing the chair’s progress. By the end of the day, I feel like the popular depiction of Shelley’s Monster, arms outstretched straight in front of me.

I decided earlier today that I was going to cook dinner tonight. I resolved (also earlier) to use that most college of foods, ramen in decidedely unramenlike ways. Some say that’s an affront to nature. I say it’s evolution. Never did like that foil packet, anyway–always seemed like it was up to something, like it was going to poison me.

Now, one package of ramen (sans packet–natch), a can of tuna, some bell peppers, an onion, and part of a bottle of tsukeyaki sauce later–I’m having dinner and I’m quite pleased with the results. It’s definitely going in the rotation.

Total cost of tonight’s dinner: Roughly three United States Dollars.
Time spent: A half hour chatting with people online while I’m cooking. (Wireless, baby.)
Yumminess factor: It’s hot, it’s not vile, and it’s got a kind of sweet, lemony, gingery goodness. Next time, I’ll add pepper.

I went to IKEA and did not buy anything. I did however, partake of the meatball special, a yogurt cone, and part of a cinnamon bun. I did see a lot of things I wanted but couldn’t rationalize needing. My room is already IKEA’d out as it is. I’m having Fight Club flashbacks whenever I wake up in the morning, it’s scary.