Well then....SA sucks. A lot. What else do I need to say? My ankle is still swollen, but it doesn't really hurt. I was able to limp around the store easily enough. I'm sure it wasn't great to stand on it for 5 hours of work...but that couldn't be avoided. And now I'm wired and want to go out and do something, but I have to work tomorrow too and go to church as well...so I decided I can't go out or do anything stupid. Tomorrow night is G-Master's 21st b-day too. And I can't celebrate it with her. I'm bummed. I mean, sure....nobody was able to celebrate my 21st, mainly because I'm like a year older than all of them, but it would've been great fun to get absolutely smashed with G-Master....even if she starts to get a little inappropriate around me. Oh well.

I got a rare phone call from Meredith tonight. That was fun. What do you guys think about this title? I've got a few more possibilities, but this "phrase" came to me in a dream this past winter. This one night I suddenly woke up and sat straight up in bed and said "99 Jewish Monks" outloud. It was very odd. Anyway, I gotta write a letter. Peace.