Leann messages me last night and tells me to go to Bulls to have a birthday drink with her over the phone. I walk in and take a seat. Leann calls me and wishes me a happy birthday while walking through the door. :) She drove the whole last week from Portland with all her shit in the back of her '64 Bel Air. Including three sugar gliders.
She says she's staying for a month or two. I don't even use my apartment anymore, so it's good that someone can make use of it.
Oh yeah, went to work today. Met Peter Fonda.