Ah, the boyfriend is back. I am so glad because I am pathetic and missed him like crazy.

How wierd is it that yesterday I was writing about Otis Redding and Marvin Gaye, and I get over to the boyfriend's house and his phone now plays "Let's Get it On" when I call. Of course, this means I can never call him again, but still. It is a slightly sweet guesture if a little misguided and odd. And even if it causes much eye-rolling in Adam.

Speaking of Adam, poor thing doesn't hardly know what to do with himself - Sara is back in Iowa C1ty until this weekend for her college graduation crapola. It's so wierd how attached everyone has gotten so quickly. Zach and Katie (who I still hear about even though he hates me), Curt and I, Adam and Sara... very wierd. But a good thing.

We had two bottles of wine with dinner last night and my head hurts today. Sigh. I should go take a shower so I can go and do another day at work. Yippee.