intjonathan | curse you frank black your lyrics are in me head

I need to go out. Otherwise I have so little to write about.
After finding my day depressing (though productive, in a way), Lee redeemed himself by tipping me to the hangage at Graham's at 8:30. Lee wasn't going, strangely. But I had an empty sunny night and a tank full of gas, so off I went.
We walked to Lake City park, to Dick's, back to the pad to watch Eek teh Cat (heh). That all didn't take long.Then... we had to take

her_mann home. Paul: great guy, wrong location. Not his fault of course, but it is what it is. Graham, not wanting to fall asleep on the long drive back, sought a shotgun rider and got me. We talked a lot. Of course. Apparantly I need to contact Brandon, be easier on Paul, worry about Lee, and figure out just what's going on with that girl in north dakota. :))
Sucks about the Reunion Dance. Apparantly it's been converted to a "picnic". pfft. I have to ask, where was everyone? It doesn't make me want to throw any more events for you people if such a sure-fire event such as the RD goes over with a thud. Nonetheless, effort will be made to have the picnic kick a respectable modicum of ass, even on no budget and short notice. Feel free to show up in formalwear if you care to.
Singing tomorrow with friends of the family as a favor. Hoping to minimize disaster and embarassment by taking night-night drugs. Wish me luck sleeping.