Now I'm autistic _and_ artistic.

Well I started my art lessons today. Turns out she wants me to use acrylic and oil in the same painting. Sounds like a scam to me (having my art teacher also be my paint supplier seems like a confict of interest), but I'll go along with it. I was about the median age for the class, as the next youngest was 11 and the next oldest was like 45.

I took pictures detailing the progress of my painting, of course, which I'm gonna upload somewhere more convenient than the place I've been sending them. I'll upload them soon enough for my eager fans.

After that, I helped my sister-to-be-in-law's fiance, the man of whose men I am officially the best, (a.k.a. my brother, if that saves anyone any math) move her stuff from what I thought was the middle of nowhere to some other place no-one from nowhere has even heard of.

The quote of the day came from the Shift Manager at the local roast beefery. Here it is in its original context:

Me: I'd like a grilled chicken sandwhich.
Arby: We don't have grilled chicken.
Me: What about a grilled chicken wrap?
Arby: That has grilled chicken on it.
Me: I'll have that then, with a side of fruit.
Arby: What?
Me: Froo-ot.
Arby: [dead serious, staring at me like I'd just ordered crème brûlée] What are you talking about?
Me: Never mind. I'll have the curly fries.

I've been doing my best not to discombobulate people I meet with my exuberant lexicon of esoteric sesquipedalian neologisms, but sometimes even the little ones can throw people for a loop.