Eddie’s alarm clock went off at around 5:45 this morning, sending me out of bed and into the bathroom to find some clothes and quickly review for this exam. I checked emails and checked out my normal reads and was out of the house by 6:45am, on my way to RIC to find my exam. The exam itself sucked. It was very, very bad. Everyone gets one of like 5 different versions of the test to eliminate cheating, and I guess that I got the test that dealt with compounding medications, something that we neither went over in classes nor do in the store. I think that I had about 15-20 questions on compointing ointments and liquids, and another bunch of them that dealt with IV setups that are the same deal - don’t do them, never learned how. If I pass on this first attempt, it’ll be just barely passing and a miracle.

When I got home, I checked emails again and we went out to Providence Place with the intention of getting some lunch and then a movie. Of course, none of the movies we wanted to see were on within the same timeframe that we were there - everything had either just started right before we got there or 3 hours later. We grabbed lunch at Johnny Rockets and walked through the stores we like, and after an hour or so I started to get bored and we left, heading up to Attleboro and Best Buy, where we picked up a copy of The Aristocrats. We looked through some PS2 games, hoping to find something we’d both like to play together, but Eddie likes racing games, and I prefer fighting games and RPGs, so I gave up on that. On the way home we went to the package store and picked up some booze. I was in the mood for some peppermint schnapps and was busily comparing proof on some of the ones I wanted when Eddie reminded me that I’ve got to work tomorrow and probably shouldn’t be drinking the hard shit.

Our plans for the drive-in were cancelled due to shitty weather, and our plans are to drink our hooch and eat burritos and watch our movie. Perhaps there will be some drunken sex at some point. Yum. Tomorrow it’s back to work, and then to Mom’s for dinner.

We’re planning on staying in tonight and tomorrow.  We bought $50 worth of food and crap at the store before Eddie left tonight, so we’ve got enough to get us to Sunday when we go to Mom’s house.  Tonight?  Buffalo chicken strips and fries, with assorted alcoholic beverages made from the leftover booze in the booze cabinet.  So far we each have a vodka and Coke, which uses up all the vodka in the house.  We’ve also got a large bottle of tequila brought direct from Mexico and half a small bottle of Jägermeister that I bought last spring.  Obviously, I don’t imagine that either of us will be able to type by the end of the night, and to make matters more interesting, Eddie’s making a packy-run tomorrow because we conveniently live around the corner from a small store that has a decent selection of decent and not so decent booze.

For some reason, I imagine that tomorrow he’ll come home with something good for himself, and a $2 bottle of Mad Dog or Midnight Hobo or Old English for me.  *blech*  As long as it’s something good, I’ll drink it, and I have a feeling that this might be a rather blurry weekend.  This can be a good thing, because while I’m drunk Eddie is more easily seduced by my womanly wiles, and if the sex is as good as it was last night (ever had great sex and wake up still horny?  I was like that all day), I hope that I can remember it.
Pickle is starting to be a bit less obsessive about the back of the TV stand, although she does still go back there at least once a day.  She’s also picked up a few peculiar habits that are absolutely adorable.

First of all, she’s developed a habit of kissing me.  Or, at least that’s what I call it when I pick her up and she proceeds to make out with my chin.  She’ll sit there for 5 minutes or so and just slather me with little ferrety kisses until I finally have to put her down because it tickles too much.

Second, she sings.  Unfortunately I’m the only one who has seen this yet.  I had wound up a Christmas ornament with a music box in it, and she ran all around the living room dooking the entire time that it was playing.  I wound it back up a few times just to see it happen again, but she wouldn’t repeat her performance later when Eddie was home.

She’s still loving her long tube.  This afternoon she ran through it about 10 times at full speed, running out of the end and spinning around to run back into the same end, only to come out of the other end.  It was really, really cute.  Loud, because not only was she running through the foil tube as though I had plans to eat her, but she had left one of her plastic balls in the rube so that was making noise as well.  Add to the mess the sound of her bolting out and sliding across the hardwoods and you can imagine what it sounded like.