We went to see Acacia Sears and the Expendables at the Brass Monkey, and were witness to some fine, fine music and some awesome shoes.
I ate a whole lot of corned beef hash.
I spent a few hours braiding my sister's hair, and was rewarded with Dr. Katz, pizza, and Puppet Angel.
We attended a housewarming party in which talk ranged from Lando Calrissian to taxation.
Sharif made (gentle) fun of me at Panera when I felt sorry for the lone souffle that was still behind the counter at noon.
I chose to sit and pet the puppy rather than show off how poorly I play Frisbee. As a result, I was far less sweaty than all others concerned.
I finished reading V for Vendetta while listening to an Ash/Sharif practice session.
We saw The Simpsons Movie and were well pleased.
I played Halo 2 for the first time, and was killed often . . . but not nearly as often as I would have been if Sharif had been killing me instead of defending me.
So far this week:
It was really really hard to get out of bed.
mightcould got older. Happy birthday, Tim!