Saturday basically consisted of Mr. Samoa and myself getting into it over a party. He wanted to go. I did not. I also did not have a problem with him going by himself, but this Would Not Do. I had to go, he felt. As it turned out, he was having yet another bout of "But it is healthy to socialize! Zen must socialize!" No, Zen must not socialize. Zen must NAP. Zen is TIRED. Also Zen would like some sushi.
Zen won that round, finally, as I had a monster fibroflare. I wound up having a snack of Ultram, and then getting my sushi and going to Goody's for some retail therapy. Annnddd.... I had a good time at the mall, Mr. Samoa had a good time at the party, and everyone lived happily ever after! Who'd have thunk it!
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