The highlight of the night was them watching me climb into my lofted bed, because there's apparently some great mystery on how I get up there. I don't understand this. There's a ladder. It's not like I'm calling Scottie to beam me up.
Also Jenn burns and I did a reenactment of my interaction with Steve on Thursday. I seriously thought he was going through withdrawal or something when I saw him because of how weird he was being. But that aside, and the running joke that I'm getting laid too much, there are some positives.
Like the fact that I'm wearing Cheap Monday jeans that I got for thirty bucks. I'm still marveling over this. Also this song by Tiny Dancers: "Ashes and Diamonds". I want to be able to express myself like this.