I've never been that socially inclined, but usually I make a stab at going out at least one night each weekend. For a while I didn't always want to but felt a little uneasy about it: does this mean I'm getting old and boring/surrendering to my mercifully sporadic but obnoxiously inconvenient tendency toward crippling shyness/a pathetic loser?
By now, while I know that the answer to all of these questions could well be yes, I don't mind so much anymore. So unless there's something really good going on, I can stay home and do cool shit like make buttons and drink beer with my boyfriend with a clear conscience.
I knocked out sod, clarinet, and fudge tonight. Of course I had the help of Dan, Tonya, and Erlin, who kindly suggested these things. They'll get theirs....
This was a fun batch because it was kind of hard to make sod and fudge look like anything but brown cubes. (Lopsided brown cubes, really; I guess I should take a drawing class at some point.)
Clarinet was especially good because I used to play the clarinet in high school and in fact dragged it out just a few months ago. Roone finished college, so I played "Pomp and Circumstance" over and over and over again until he threatened me with violence through his locked bedroom door. I love my clarinet.
Next time: awl, running shoes, and microspatula.