today
i actually have little eensy blisters on the tips of my thumbs from the playstation controller: that’s how much tekken 3 i’ve been enjoying lately. and they’re the kind of blisters that you can just tell are going to turn into callouses - to match the ones i have from lacing boots for six years, and from holding a pen [interesting side note: with the possibly notable exception of this journal, nearly everything i write is drafted on actual paper, as in written by hand. then typed]. as to tekken 3 - i’m getting noticeably better, though jim still leaves me sprawled unconscious at the end of a round more often than not. when i started playing this weekend, though, i was playing with a significant life advantage over jim, which i’ve since done away with and am still close to holding my own. cause, you know, i rock. i admit it.
it’s really fucking cold out, and i’d like to emphasize the really fucking cold part of that. i don’t know why this surprises me - i mean, it’s almost december already - but it does. it seems like fall just started and suddenly it’s winter. is it colder this year than it usually is? i can’t remember when the weather got like this last year.
i’m leaving for boston tomorrow morning. really fucking early, i might add. i’m taking amtrak’s spanky new acela thing, but it’s not much faster because it isn’t acela express. i get to south station at i think eleven am, where my dad is picking me up. the big thanksgiving shindig is at my auntie’s house this year and it looks like i’ll be getting to see at least one of my cousins, so yay.
jim and i did a lot of cleaning of my apartment last night, and i have to say even though i really don’t enjoy cleaning at all i’m glad he’s making me do it because the place is so much more appealing now. plus when it’s done it’ll be a lot easier to keep it clean than it has been to get it clean in the first place. there’s still a lot that needs to get done, but the difference between what it looks like now and what it did, say, three weeks ago - there’s just no comparison.
