Weird. It's now 10:40 pm, pitch black, and I can hear a flock of parrots (lorikeets, I think) flying through my neighbourhood. This is not normal behaviour.

Indeed not! at 10:40 pm you should be in bed.

t notes to self: move parakeet pass-through to a later time frame.

Indeed not! at 10:40 pm you should be in bed.

Yeah, it's now 2:40 am and bed? Not so much. (Last exam on Wednesday, last assignment due the Monday after.)

Egad, Aims. J is old enough to stand up for herself.

She totally is and if she had felt really slighted, she absolutely would have said something to me. Vortex said it - this was more about her husband feeling bad for her than her feelings being hurt.

Oh, for the love of fuck. I mean, yes, he loves his wife and doesn't like seeing her with hurt feelings - fine. But THIS IS NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL. Her friends are allowed to have other friends, and are not obligated to invite her along to do everything that they do.

What an inappropriate TWATWAFFLE.

THIS IS NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL. Her friends are allowed to have other friends, and are not obligated to invite her along to do everything that they do.

Quite! There are two weirdnesses here. 1) The oddness of why the friend is so upset about being 'left out' of a two-person trip to the movies (which seems a perfectly ordinary thing to do with one person one time, and another person another time). 2) Why the husband thought it was appropriate to call about this, whether or not the wife knew.

Earlier this year, a (now former) close friend of The Girl's basically cut her out of her life, eventually not inviting her to her wedding (but widely advertising the wedding on Facebook etc), and not responding to a very gracious 'congratulations' card that TG sent after said wedding to which she was not invited. That's pretty thoughtless behaviour. But even in that situation, when I was really worried about The Girl, I wouldn't have called the friend involved to berate her. For one thing, it's not my place. For another, TG is not a child, and she can fight her own battles.

*boggles*

Hallo, Bitches. Lots to do, no motivation. My perpetual state.

@@ at Aims' friend's husband.

Anyone any good at socialising dwarf hamsters, i.e. getting them to stop running away every time they see any creature that isn't, well, them?

I need an entire blog entitled Taming Hamish. Today: getting her to live with the plastic exercise ball in her cage for a bit, so she gets the idea that running around the living room in it will not lead to her violent demise (for we have no cats).

That's why God created hamsters - so they could run around in little transparent plastic balls.

Good lord, Aims. If anyone tried to pull that sort of shit on my behalf, I'd go ballistic.

Anyhow, I worked for a partial day, took care of some stuff I'd be worrying about if I didn't go in, and then came home. Co-worker was very understanding about my bailing on the concert and was able to get someone else to go with her. I'm sad about missing the concert (my attempts to go to any concert at that particular venue are cursed - plans have been made on multiple occasions only to have something happen at the last moment) but glad to be staying home.