So, here's an update.

Sara logged on and saw the picture of my bare ass from a few journal entries ago. Sorry Sara.

Went to the cherokee sinkhole with Rachel and Lorra on friday afternoon. A spur-of-the-moment plan borne of a desire not to start the weekend by cleaning and sorting bills.





The shiny log floating out in the middle of the sink in that first picture is hypothetically me. I never realized I had anything so fantastically relaxing within a half hour's drive of my apartment. It begs the question: why, in four years, have I never been out there? Sara and Lorra have invited me before, but I've always been busy. And now Sara's leaving for LA with Sean. And I am a sentimental little shit. THE END.

of that part, anyhow. The whining. There's no more of that.

TIME FOR GEEKERY.

Friday night was party night. Two lousy keggers and one magnificent house party with some of the friendliest strangers this side of Stepford, Connecticut. And hanging in the living room:



I peed myself a little. The girl whose father painted that told me that I couldn't have that one, but that he would probably be willing to paint one for me for a hundred bucks. I said YES, PLEASE, but I don't know if she believed me.

Today was my semi-official Hobbit Day. Admittedly, I used a car to get There and Back Again, but I think walking barefoot to Albany, Georgia would have taken me through to Tuesday, and if I miss my Women in Lit class, my teacher is likely to do scary things to my genitalia. So I drove. And I set up a little picture slideshow to illustrate my adventure. Can you tell that I've finally discovered how to properly work my camera phone?







Albany, GA was the closest Toys 'R Us location that still had these in stock for the almost shockingly sexy sale price of $14.99. And that coupon that I cleverly thought to bring along took the final price down to $11.99.











and he lived happily ever after, to the end of his meds.