Okay, D.C. people,
mmebahorel got us dinner reservations. :D Information is
here, please look. That means you.
In other news, my body hates me.
And Orson Welles is ridiculously icky.
(Must write next chapter of Catechism. Is all planned out. But to-morrow is baking day, and also I have Religion = Love group from three to five. Mmm, busy.)