What they call love is a risk.
It's 4:32 a.m. and I'm going over fucking scalar variables in the perl scripting language. Who does that. I went to the haunted house at the Wachovia Spectrum thursday night and argued with one of the 'ghosts'. Watched a bronx tale for the first time ever with Jess, really enjoyed it. And I think I was just told I'm going to a wedding tomorrow. That's about it.