Oh, hello.
I suppose this is where I chronicle the day’s events. What a joy it was to sleep in this morning. I drempt about tattoos. My afternoon was fairly mundane: spent most of it grading exams. Then I went to Greg, where I did not see Superman. Naturally, I left. (Speaking of the big S, I spied him in Taylor Hall last Saturday morning. A c.s. nerd? The plot thickens. )
So, I went for the most pathetic run of my life. This could only be cured by pizza at the Parlour with Tim. I’m really starting to dig that place and what’s becoming a “regular” Friday outting. There is a severe lack of pizza pubs in Austin, but the Parlour makes up for it.
And then disaster: Tim kicked my ass in Trivial Pursuit. But what did I expect, anyway? Those damn yellow questions are out to get me.
Party at Liz’s tomorrow night. Should be interesting, depending on the company.
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