As if in response to my last entry, my life decided to take an unexpected twist toward the mildly enjoyable yesterday (and this morning). I still feel like crap-maybe even more so. My body has just capitulated and said "aw, screw it" to all of my demands. And I started my period, and we all know how insanely psychotic I feel then. But that's alright. Last night we ran the show for Dr. Jones, and while it wasn't the best, it could have been a lot worse. I'd like to say that we did really well, but I don't want to assume too much and get cocky. Well, anyway, after that I headed over to Greg and Devin's room for Lewis Black night with the two of them, Melly, Guy, Seth, and Spence. It was a barrel of laughs, I tell ya - those guys are a hoot. And I have discovered that Greg is my new best friend. Seriously, we're like this *makes geture signifying 2 minds on the same level*. Haven't had that much fun in quite a while. I guess I just got so used to staying in on weekends that I forgot that there is life beyond my room. But the fun didnt end there, my friends. Oh no. Next was an enticing meal at the International House of Pancakes (the health club endorsed by Lewis Black). French toast. Woot. While there we covered a vast array of topics, from why Greg should never be President, to why Hummers don't count. Very educational. And oh the pearls of wisdom that were shared. Just a sample:

"Grace, I want you to be President because you would let me stay in the White House and search for treasure."
"I'm singing to my biscuit - that's great!"

Good times, guys, good times.

On the downside, our next door neighbor's alarm clock went off at 7 a.m. and it i still going right now at 9:45. There will be hell to pay.