  I was surprised, not to mention knocked out of a coma when Granger knocked on my door Sunday..thanks for coming by and waking our asses up, we needed some out time.
Chinese food was had by all, it was lovely. My wounds are healing, I'm not remembering my dreams as of late, and I'm near salivating with anticipation to see Matrix. This is the extent of excitement in my life, I have to live vicariously through my sister who is dragging Pikey back to Cowtown. Pikey would be boyfriend number Two that Pol's clubbed over the head and drug back to my parents house.
This one is leaps and bounds more agreeable to the wank spanking freak that took up perfectly usable space last winter. (To be fair, I liked the wank spanker, but there's a line, ya know? ) To my dear friend Chad, whom I have not spoken to since the Paleolithic Age: I am going to call you in the next few days, you had better be home and in a talkative mood and have many amusing stories for me.
My next night of pizza vampiring is Friday, which works, maybe I'll see daylight this week. Probably not, though, I keep on saying to myself "Geez, I ought to walk the dog/sunbathe/do laundry" Instead, I roll over and go to sleep, or play morrowind until i get dizzy. Speaking of which, I'm off to pick pockets and make merry. 
