Say after me: It's no better to be safe than sorry

Well, that was an amazingly boring day. I had planned to go to the mall in the morning, because I figure the mall is not much of a hot spot on thursday mornings and I had a few bits of Christmas shopping I wanted to finish, but I woke up at noon so that didn't happen. Oh well. I would've had to ride the train a half hour to get there anyway. I proceeded to play a little final fantasy, get up and stare out the window for a while, sort through my dvds, stare out the window some more, walk to the kitchen and stare blankly at the fridge for a while, stare out the window, and watch Stray Dog. Then I stared out the window. Now I'm staring at the computer. In a few hours I expect I will be staring at the backs of my eyelids. PARTAY.

It's a little frustrating, because it's not like I don't live a five minute bus ride from downtown, and I know there has to be stuff to do there, I just don't know what. I grew up in Rochester, where your options for fun are A) cruise around Stewartville smoking pot B) go to Walmart and Denny's at 2 AM or C) Sleep. My high school years can mostly be defined by B and C, and some A without the pot. That is all I know how to do for fun, and you can't do ANY of those downtown. I could go wander Nicollet Mall for a while, note the marked absence of a Walmart or Denny's or Stewartville, maybe wander Target aimlessly for a while, then go home and stare out the window. I'm just not convinced that's worth my bus fare.

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE goes the kettle and I'm off running

I don't know why still have a whistling tea kettle. I mean, it's useful to know when your water is boiling and all, but it just sends me into such a TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF AAAAAAAAH panic every time, and I have no choice but to run all breakneck willy-nilly down the hall and around the corner into the kitchen, and frankly that's a little dangerous in my slippers. I'm pretty sure I took that corner at a forty five degree angle just now. Tea is serious business I guess.