sleeping with the enemy seems to get the best of me...
yesterday was by far the strangest fucking day of my year...even tops the time i got harrassed at 1/2 price books. but i'm proud of myself on a level i can't even explain. i'd love to tell about it, but its tooooooo long to write about. just wanted to share my happy feelings. and what's the story on the potluck? sounds like a plan! this is all for now, i need sleep...