20 minutes in heaven.

But not in the closet. Melanie called! She got my fax, but hadn't checked her voicemail yet. We talked some about camp -- she's unfortunately sick, which is part of the reason she called -- and she seemed to be doing ok. I like her stories about the drama campers. It's like this weird blend of my music church camp experience and an episode of Daria. I also told her about my date on Saturday, and she was intrigued and I told her all the dirt. She said she definitely wanted to know how it turns out, and hopefully we might get to talk this weekend.

( More ethical slut goodness! )

The Case of the Missing Post

So I swear that I composed a post in the mid-morning and it seems to be gone. Vanished. Hmm. The gist of the post was ( Read more... )

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The work-week is half over. yee-haw.