Dakota

So, Wednesday came and went... Rather uneventful. Kept off the 'net to keep the phone line open, but all I got was a call asking if I wanted the Star Ledger...

The night comprised of rather yummy pizza, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which was awesome), South Park (which amused me), and Crank Yankers (which I didn't get through all of, but was mostly amused; the novelty wears thin - perhaps if they took a hint from Adult Swim and had 15 minute blocks instead... Funny how an added six or so minutes makes all the difference).

Then Joyce and I started talking about the bitch/ingenue concept... Interesting, but it's hard to talk to someone when it appears they have no interest at all (i.e. reading a newspaper at the time). I talked briefly about Jonathan Livingston Seagull, which I finally read after having Kristen's copy for months. This led to talk about The Great Gatsby, which I never liked because I hated the character Daisy and felt the ending resolved nothing. This moved onto Shakespeare. Honestly, you'd think a conversation like this would last more then seven or eight minutes. Didn't, but that's okay. We don't have a lot to say at this point anyway.

So. I guess that's it. It's hot here.