Stupid plugins

So yesterday I was in the middle of updating when the plugins (I’m not even sure what those are) decided they didn’t like me anymore, and made it impossible to get anything done. I had to beg my designer Preston Winfrey for help and then he had to figure out what was going on and get the stupid plugins to work again.

Right around the time things got back to normal, Michael and our friend Larissa dragged me to Texas Roadhouse. The food there is all right but I am NEVER going there on a Friday night again. The noise was absolutely unbearable, particularly after the line dancing started. Crowded restaurants are not the greatest environment for an autistic person.

The conversation was about Michael and Larissa’s role-playing game, which I do not play. I barely said a word the entire time and mostly sat there stimming. Michael kept telling me to go to the bathroom if I needed a break from the noise, but I was afraid that if I did so, I wouldn’t be able to make myself come back to the table.

What a night.

The Missouri Highway Patrol has a bunch of new cases up and I’m going to try to add the rest today. Plugins permitting.