Bachelorhood

My family is in a part of the country where snow in March is just non sequitor and I'm alone at home. It is good. It is ok. I like it. House to my self. I'm not naked, but I could be. That is a powerful thing to know. Anything I do here, I could do naked, and there wouldn't be any one to say anything. They could extend their March break and I wouldn't mind.

I've colonised the living room. It happened quickly. It felt weird sequestering myself in my room when the rest of the house was so empty. The tv is down here. I've parked my laptop here too. My room is a mess. Clothes from Saturday still lying everywhere. I should hang it all up I guess. But who's going to say anything.

I've been training my computer with its speech recognition software lately. The technology is not perfect and doing anything requires four times the effort of a single mouse click. However however however it is still delightful having your computer respond to your voice, in a quirky retro-futurist way, like I was in a IBM promo video from 1990. I told my mom this before they left, after she wondered what I would do with myself for a whole week. Don't worry mom, I have my computer to talk to, and she just laughed, and laughed.

I made real food the other day, out of a cook book with heat and ingredients and everything. I made a mess of it. It did not turn out right. I'm glad no one else was here because then they would have had to eat it and I would have had to endure their stares, their pained, confused stares that asked why? what did I ever do to you Horatio to deserve this? as they tried to choke down soggy vermicelli noodles. I couldn't get the food processor to work, and the noodles were almost done and I didn't know what to do so I mixed the peanut sauce by hand furiously trying to get some sort of consistency while the chicken was cooking and the noodles were overcooking. I drained the noodles but not very well and the water from the vermicelli mixed with the oil from the sauce, or didn't mix as it does, and the whole thing was an ugly mess. Wooo for bachelor life.