So we dinnered and Enterprised and headed to bed early; we're both still fighting off our colds. Mine has cycled to my ears and chest. I'm on like, 12 hour cycles with this cold, not 2 days, which means I might actually be done by Monday, which would rock. Go go gadget immune system.
I'm eating some leftover dinner for lunch, with as much sweet chili sauce as I can stand - between that and the pseudo-Claritan and the hot tea, the cotton in my head is letting up a bit. Tonight we're going over to my parents' for dinner and hanging out with the sisters (Faith is in town for the weekend), so I should stop babbling at the internets, pick an odious task off the thesis list, and get started.
[eta]: So, while Boomer and the transcription software were waging an epic battle (which is still in progress), I picked the most odious task off my list - calling the latest stranger and asking for something. I'd spoken to his priest yesterday, and he'd given me the guy's home and cell numbers. I hate calling people on their cells unless they've told me to call them, so I tried his house last night and got no answer. I tried again just now:
"Hello, is [dudsie] there?"
"... Do you know when he'll be back?"
"No, I don't."
"... allrighty then, I'll try again later."
I didn't try to leave a message; I was not confident that it would reach the guy. So, frack it, I tried his cell; if his priest is giving out the number, that's good enough for me. It's shut off.
I think I'll be stalking this guy to his church... (to be fair, the priest did tell me that just showing up to church might be a good strategy). YARGH.