This is the most cracked-out horoscope I've ever read. Either the writer is seriously running out of material, or he's hitting the purple haze.
In other news:
- I stayed at my parents' house last night because the drive back from Jersey tired me out. When I got out of the shower this morning, my mom had left a sandwich in a brown paper lunch bag on my bed. My name was on the front of the bag, with a heart. My mom can be insane, but she's adorable too <3.
- Anne and I are starting season 4 of Lost tonight. It's taken a considerable amount of willpower not to cheat and use the instant view option on Netflix. Hey, I can always pretend to be surprised...
- Brian traded in his defunct red van for a three-day, two night hotel voucher. Spots include San Francisco, Denver, Key West and Las Vegas. I was thinking maybe we could save money, though, and go somewhere within driving distance like the Outer Banks. Thoughts?
- Less than a month until I head to Costa Rica. I need to start buying severely unfashionable items like crocs, pants that convert to shorts, and a fanny pack.
- I have three summer weekends left to hit a theme park and go tubing. When I get back it'll be Fall, just in time for the Maryland renaissance festival, my birthday, and Markoff's haunted forest a little while later. How the hell is it almost 2010 already?! I'm not ready for 26 :(.