That depends on what you mean by “restaurant.” If it’s the likes of, say, Jack in the Box… yeah, I’ve done that a couple times, though not so much as of late.

Oh, you said “sit-down.” I’m so observant today. But, screw it, I’ll leave it there. Anywho…

I’ve did this once, and it was RIGHT after I took the A+ exam. When mother dropped me off, she gave me money and told me to find someplace to eat if I finished the exam before she and Evil Stepfather got back from the movies. There were some restaurants within short walking distance from the test center, but Denny’s was the only one I was either familiar with or cared for.

It wasn’t so much lonely as it was a wee bit odd. I notice that if I’m eating alone I’m more likely to look around at what other people are up to… and I feel like I’m staring or being nosy. ^_^; I think this might explain why I obsessively haul my laptop and such with me (or fiddle with my phone or DS) if I’m out and about alone. I suppose the low-tech version of this is people bringing a book or magazine.

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Speaking of food… today is Jack Tuesday rather than Pizza Tuesday. And, uh, they gave me a Sourdough Jack instead of the Ultimate Cheeseburger, but, dammit, I’m hungry and I’m already home. Omnomnomnom and such. Then probably some more Chrono Trigger DS, I suppose. Really, guys, I’m trying to clear stuff out of my games queue. >_>

I should really finish that “Joyriding with Rachel Maddow” pic, too…

Because it must be said every year:

Screw you, Super Bowl. Puppy Bowl ftw! I mean, I’m not a fan of our Four… or rather, Five Pups of the Apocalypse (we’ve taken in Evil Stepfather’s mother’s chihuahua because she’s in the hospital, most likely on the long-term), but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy two hours of cute puppies playing in a football stadium-styled enclosure.

Of course, my favorite part’s the Kitty Half-Time Show >_>;

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Mother and Evil Stepfather have run off again without telling me where they’re going. Especially odd considering the ogre has a bunch of munchies on standby for Super Bowl.

A bit frustrating… I don’t exactly need permission to go to House Cantlay (but avoiding questions is another matter altogether, since mother doesn’t quite get that Bren need not be there in order for me to go over), but I at least let her know when I’m leaving and keep my phone on while I’m out. Sheesh. -.-;

Also it looks like Mr. Cantlay (I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to address him or his wife by name… putting aside the double-entendre for Mr. Cantlay… well, I wasn’t exactly RAISED to be polite to “neutral yet socially-superior” adults, it was just something I picked up along the way I suppose) confirmed the “bad case wiring” theory about Synergy– one of the power wires had snapped off so he soldered it back on. Now, we won’t know if that actually fixes the booting issue until I can get over there, and all morning I was all “FFFFFF MUST COME UP WITH AN EXCUSE TO GO OVER THERE” until I realized that mother and Evil Stepfather ran off somewhere. Too late to contact House Cantlay to rescind the “delay until Monday” order, too.

Yar.
Puppy Bowl!

This is old news for those who either donated or are otherwise following the Obama campaign, but his crew’s going to tap some of his recent supporters (read: donors) to get front-row seats for his end-of-election event. Despite the fact that even if by some fluke of the universe I get picked, I’d have to decline on account of my drive test, I donated anyway >_>; (Well, I was meaning to make a second donation for awhile… why not?)

While bumming around in CoH, there was some talk about this, and some players who had seen my screencap of the Senator Brawl pic were all “omg if you’re picked, you HAVE to take that pic with you, even if it’s not finished!”

XD;

Welp, at the very least, I should post a link to the finished Ramen piece on the Obama Facebook wall, and the Obama HQ blog in addition to my usual locales. Even though people SOMEHOW find excuses to get up-in-arms about anything related to politics…. Senator Brawl, now that I think about it, is less a political commentary and more innocent speculation about what would happen if both tickets played Brawl. Basically, I’m just transplanting everyone’s personalities and circumstances into this hypothetical situation of them playing some Smash Bros.; I have to consider what control method they use, for one thing, and from the responses I’ve gotten so far, it looks like I’m spot on.

It has also been suggested I add in a small plate with a half-eaten slice of sweet potato pie.

I was gonna make dinner before I go ink this thing, but mother ran off and left Evil Stepfather here… and the kitchen is STILL a mess, and there’s pretty much no table room anyway, so the “summon Papa Johns” button gets pressed now. Evil Stepfather can compliment my driving all he wants, but I’m still not subjecting myself to his evil eye, or the whims of wiggly biting puppies alone.