Sick with Redundancy Check

It’s a bit toasty in here, so I’m gonna try to make this as fast as possible…

Wednes­day… woke up and went online, of course. Chat­ted with Peggy, although I shouldn’t have, because I was dis­tract­ing her from study­ing again. Read more of Crypto­nom­i­con.

Went over to Kitty’s for lunch. I needed to bor­row their microwave to heat up some left­overs. Ended up stay­ing there and watch­ing the first half of Man of the House. It was bet­ter than I expected. Although that’s not say­ing much.

Then it was time for the BBBS Team Ten­nis project. I picked up Thu H, Eric, Ali­son, and David Y, and we were off. Good thing I decided to leave Davis so early, because traf­fic was pretty bad, and we just made it on time.

Dur­ing the drive there, I started break­ing out in hives again, so dur­ing the whole project, I was fight­ing the urge to scratch myself. It was really hard. Mommy Van had to slap me a few times. There were times when I wanted to just leave the project. I might have actu­ally done it if I wouldn’t be strand­ing four peo­ple in Cit­rus Heights. It wasn’t so bad when we were busy, though… con­stantly pour­ing beers kept my hands busy and off myself.

Some of the taps (the MGD in par­tic­u­lar) were finicky, though, so David and I had some prob­lems pour­ing at first. Even­tu­ally, we filled up and actu­ally over­flowed the drain bucket under the taps. (It’s a five gal­lon bucket!) Quote comes from that…

Notice how he didn’t actu­ally call it beer. And then we kept dar­ing each other to drink the bucket. Mmm… five unsan­i­tary gal­lons of warm mixed beers. Or, as I called it, the ulti­mate King’s Cup.

Rhonda left the project early because she had bron­chi­tis, and it was a bit unor­ga­nized. Angela did the best she could, though. The big prob­lem was shut­ting down at the end. None of the BBBS peo­ple seemed to really know how it was sup­posed to go down. It took them for­ever to count the money.

And then there was the prob­lem with the wine. It was entirely my fault for not tak­ing care of things on the spot, but I was so pre­oc­cu­pied with try­ing not to scratch myself I didn’t. I took my car home early. Well, we actu­ally left the project at 11, and I didn’t get home until 12. Oh, and Thu H was so con­cerned about the hives, she kept try­ing to make me take med­i­cine, and when I insisted it would go away in time, she called up a bunch of peo­ple to con­vince me oth­er­wise, includ­ing Clint. Before I dropped her off, she demanded we go to Safe­way, where she bought a tube of anti-​itch cream for me, too. When I got back to my apart­ment, I took a long cold shower and most of the hives went away, so I didn’t use the cream.

Called up Peggy, and she came over to watch movies. She insisted on watch­ing Evil Dead and Evil Dead 2 so Drew can’t make fun of her any­more. (She’d already seen Army of Dark­ness, or we’d have watched that, too.) The hives moved down to below the waist, but I was well dis­tracted.

After the movies, Peggy went home, and I passed out.

Tags: David Y, Michow, Movies, Thu H