casablanca

misfire. the car began misfiring last night on our way back home, and the first order of the day was taking the car in. unfortunately, i confused buitengracht with buitensingel and driving the unpleasantly vibrating vehicle through odd-people's traffic was a bit tense.

my mother met us on the way and we took the opportunity to hit mr pickwick's for an incredible breakfast / lunch (tin plate special FTW) and decent coffee. after an enthusiastic discussion about psychiatry being evil (i have flyers from someone walking up and down the street, and by passing one to me she was preaching to the converted) and the field of statistics being rubbish i realized we were late for our drinks arrangement with hyperviper.

we walked into rick's and went upstairs to bask in the sunlight and sprinkler system, and talked over beers (and a daquiri for the lady) for quite a while before eventually heading off to feed the squirrels in the company gardens.

holy crap, those birds are pushy. i now remember why i was so traumatized the last time i did it... it was fun, though. we walked back to the garage to pick up the car, then came home to rest and eat before heading off to shadowslight. i crashed hard on the couch - i was so very tired that i could neither function mentally nor physically move for about an hour.

our experience shopping for munchies on the way left much to be desired - a couple of unsavory characters lurking far too close made us feel uncomfortable. shooing them off only made me worry that they'd scratch the car...

we watched idiocracy; it's a good concept, with a couple of genuinely funny bits but otherwise it's very meta and disquietingly relevant. if you're belly-laughing the whole way, then you're probably the butt of most of the jokes.