I have no real plans this weekend. Alan has no serious work to do this weekend. I am leaving around 8pm Friday (and ditching some cool people to go) and I’m bringing Nicole again. Oh, I guess this is news. Nicole is going to Champaign because she’s going to Dirk’s wedding! Dirk! Married to a woman! Ok, for those of you who don’t remember Dirk, I dated him my freshman year of college, he was a 5ner, and I have my reasons for being fairly certain that he is primarily attracted to men. Who knows what’s going on with that now; I haven’t talked to him in years. I don’t know what time I’m leaving on Sunday, but my guess is early evening.
Stewie, who was wounded after violently swimming through a plastic plant, is now almost completely healed. Huzzah. I think even he’s surprised he healed so quickly. He’s such a stinker/daredevil/bitter fish. I don’t think he hates me as much as he used to, though.
Feeling: I need to go pack.
Listening to: O Mio Babbino Caro (thank you Becky!)