Ten of spades, ten of spades. There it is, the ten of spades!
Lots of things have happened in the past couple of days. There was the whole election thing, but unless you live under a rock, or at the very least, the rock that you live on top of is not Canadian, then you probably have heard enough about this already. 'Nuff said.
As predicted, bunches of people got fired on Friday. I wasn't one of them. It didn't make me feel particularly any better. In fact, by the end of the day, I was just feeling generally angry and really wanted to hit something very hard. After getting home though, I didn't have the energy to actually do anything about it. I had a bath and watched TV and snacked a bit. I'm mostly better now, but I'm still really unhappy about continuing to work for this company for the time being.
Amy and I went climbing on the weekend, then saw the Terminal at the theatre near the climbing gym. Both were reasonably fun. Between those two things, we had dinner at East Side Mario's. There was a bit of a wait, so to make things a little easier for keeping track of the waiting lists (or at least a little more interesting,) they were assigning waiting parties a oversized playing card, and then calling out that card (rank and suit) when their table was ready. To my dismay, we did not get the ten of spades. It was already claimed by someone else.
Oh, and we got not one, but two pastamancers joining our clan! w00t! We're pretty well rounded for such a small clan, though we're still missing a seal clubber. So if I know who you are, and you're interested, let me know!