Er, well. I was going to roleplay tonight.

I'm on the backup phone, but it's reasonable to have a life on the backup phone, as long as that life doesn't take you too far from home or the office.

Then N, on the primary phone, got home tonight. And called to say that, gee, he has no internet or phone and they're saying 24-48 hours to get it back. So, now I'm functioning as primary and M is functioning as my backup.

Nah, I think I will skip doing anything like roleplaying that will be too annoying if interrupted....

SIGH. You know, my mother always told me this would happen.

So, I went to get the last piece of pizza out of the fridge and reheat it, and it started talking to me. Threatening me, really. It wasn't actually the pizza, of course; it's only been in there since yesterday. There's this ancient pastrami sandwich I'd forgotten about, and it turns out, it's not only sentient (or at least it does a good impression of a scary, angry 5-year-old, except without the ability to throw books at you), but it's learned a bit of ventriloquism.

Someone want to loan me some really strong gloves for when I kick this one out? And does anyone know of an animal shelter that might take pastrami sandwiches? It's awfully distressing to think of having the trash shout imprecations at you as you wheel it to the curb....

Although if it gets on the subject of religion again, I may be willing to tolerate the embarrassment and the looks from my neighbors. There's a limit to what I'll tolerate from lunch meat and wheat bread, no matter how far evolved or devolved.

(Anyone confused? Good! See Rabbit Hole Day, for further amusement and confusion.)