Time (is getting) Stranger

Where's that flying teahouse when you need it??

It's like my life is VHS tape in the VCR of a remote-incompetent 3 yr old.
Things keep switching between slo-mo, fastforward, and stop-rewind-I missed that last line b/c I was distracted by other things-play. (Whoa, so is this how Video Girl Ai felt? Well...my boobs still seem the same, so maybe not...)

Alas, to Becca's dismay, I don't think I really have any birthday plans to speak of. Sushu is cooking dinner with us tonight, so that's half of something. It's just that I can't scrape things together in time--I haven't had time! An Iron Chef, secret igredient: alcohol thing would have been cool, but it seems like people are all over the place this weekend. About the only thing I've got in the works is a double date with Caleb and Ruth, but I don't even know when that will be (if it comes into be-ing.)

warg.

And I still haven't had a chance to scan some of my more amusing notebook squiggles...
*sad panda*

Maybe we could BYOB someplace for the double date, that would be 21-appropriate...

I thought I said no more "flying by the seat of my pants" this quarter??