Well, I suppose for the sake of entertainment and keeping my faithful readers (Beth) up to date,I had better relay the events of the past two days... I call them the "GiveaflyingF" days, mainly because I didn't.

Thursday I was tired, but in that logey, exhausted, I-don't-care-just-don't-make-me-do-anything way. I hung out with Elijah all day and a question and conversation had come up that started me thinking, a momentuous event worthy of note, I know. So, on my drive up to Hudson, struggling not to kill myself by falling asleep at the wheel, I thought some more; on the way back, I thought a little bit more, then in one of my typical impulsive moments, I called up MM and left him a voicemail (the first of two now being called the "WTFmessages") saying something along the lines of, "Why didn't we have more sex? I think it would have been better if we'd done it more. Just a thought. Call me back with ideas on the topic."

Friday morning, I was reading an away message with something about how scorpion bowls weren't a great life decision the night before class. So I left that person a message saying something like... "Hey, this is Abbi from HS. I'm not sure why you're still on my buddy list, or ever were, but... yeah... It didn't work out so well for me, either. Good luck with that!" Now, the best part of all this? Not so much the message itself but the recipient: Dubey. *Blinks* He made me laugh... I thought that a good excuse to impart my well wishes for his plight, no?

Friday late morning, I was getting itchy. Not that scratch at mosquitoe bite itchy, but the, "I want to do something, I have thought way too much about it, anddd.... goddammit, I can't stand it anymore," itchy. So I left a note on a guy's windshield at work with, "Margaritas and chicken wings? *Insert cell # here*" knowing full well he'd know exactly who it was and figuring anyone who didn't really need to know, wouldn't.

Friday afternoon, got a phone call, made some plans, started driving far too fast on 95 and 395, picked up Carolyn from work and headed back to my place to get on some less disgusting clothes. Down to Providence where he made dinner, we hung out with his roomies and their girlfriends, then went out for drinks. Good times all around. We just sat on the couch and chatted for about 2 hours after that while everyone else went to bed; I really like talking to people with more on their minds than their next high (in whatever form that may take).

So, I guess we'll see where this goes.

PS. I got stung in the nose by a bee... ON MY PILLOW! WTF, mate!!! My nose did not swell up, but... now it's got this ugly red bump that looks like a "giant pimple" which Carolyn says I should shut up about because I've never had a giant pimple in my life. hahahahah Good point.