Didn't do any cleaning.
At 1:30 I went to get Dad from Dialysis, after which we went to Saladworks for lunch, then roamed a bit with a stop at Rita's for water ice before heading home.
At 7 I went over ~AS~'s house to fix her laptop, just 12 hours before she was scheduled to wake up to drive back to college. Nice, huh? Anyway I fixed it inside of ten minutes and spent the next ~2 hours talking to her while helping get the laptop finished set up for college (they wanted an anti-virus as well as an anti-spyware program installed) and also repaired, or rather diagnosed, her family's computer's problem.
Sunday we went to Church as is our usual custom (and I still detest it) then came home. Had waffles for breakfast. Sunday escapes me up to the point of talking to ~S~ briefly on her way home from her own Church, up til we decided to go out for dinner. Was quite nice. Saw a rather cute redhead... who turned out to be one of the nurses from Dad's Dialysis center. I had an inkling I knew her from somewhere but without the work smock etc it just didn't click.
But after we got home, I got bored of nearly aimlessly surfing.
I popped in the second disc of the second season of Coupling that I'd gotten from Netflix. It really is a funny show and I wish the seasons were longer than just (in the case of season 2) nine episodes. Blah.
Anyway, after laughing nearly riotously with that, I decided I didn't want to watch "Father of the Bride 2" (especially since I haven't seen the first one in a good fifteen years) or "Baby Boom" so instead I opted for Buffy Season 7.
Got through the first disc. The fourth episode, "Help", originally struck me very hard, and even though I knew what would happen, it still affected me.
I probably am out of the ordinary for "most guys" in that I occasionally seek out positive or possibly not-positive powerful emotional experiences.
I like watching Armageddon. League of Their Own, Star Trek 2, Nanny McPhee... The list could go on but I'm sure you get the idea... Each of them makes me cry. For different reasons of course, but still.
It's ... reassuring? to know that it hasn't been stamped out of me.