I come home from a really interesting night at Chateau de Jordan (I'll spare you most of the gory details, but goddammit if I'm not still proud of what I did this morning!) to discovered that I had been friended! By someone from the Way Back Whens! Remember
Krista? Yeah, me too. Talk about a god damn blast from the past. I don't think I've seen her in years.
Anyway. Just staying up until Mom gets home, which should be in about a half hour, she said, when she called just a second ago.
Is it wrong that I'm still excited about the thing that I did? I mean, I'm so proud of it.