Thieving and sloth

I spent a small portion of this afternoon playing Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus, which was a very entertaining and somewhat therapeutic exercise. I accomplished very little else today, which is somewhat unfortunate but not in any way surprising. I did make it out to the Old Firehouse with Terrell and Sarah to hear some live jazz (which was an entertaining event), but the pub was quite crowded and we did not get a seat. After more than half an hour of standing around, we left, feeling we'd gotten our pound's worth. I am sorely going to miss the pub culture when I return to the states, and there's a part of me that sincerely wants to make an effort to get out to venues in Coventry and other areas of Cleveland in order to experience live music and ambiance. But I am, of course, relatively lazy, and it's a long drive into Cleveland proper. Maybe we will just have to get my sister and Jordan together for some jam sessions sometime during the summer.

I am very much looking forward to sharing a few beers with my father. I was never much for beer, and as a matter of fact I still don't particularly savor the taste of it, but I enjoy the sensation of relaxing with an alcoholic beverage and chatting to the company. I don't know if it's just the satisfaction of finally reaching that cultural threshhold of "adultness," but I finally feel to some degree at the same level as my father, and I anticipate sharing a few drinks with him as kind of a bonding experience (a rather more pleasant one, I should think, than baling hay for five hours or mucking stalls).

Well, because of the lazy nature of today, I don't have much else to report on-- nor do I feel particularly inclined to digress on any philosophical matters. This'll have to suffice.