tunnelslats

Bowling tonight.
My landlord was just over, doing some work on the hole in the ceiling. He's a pretty cool guy; up to now I always just thought of him as a weird old man. I guess it shouldn't surprise me: the weird among us are usually the most entertaining. He knocked our toilet paper into the toilet before I got home, and brought me a replacement roll before he left.
I've got to figure out what the hell I'm doing this weekend! Somehow I need to get out of town, find somewhere to stay for a coupla days, and make it through being in Fats' wedding. Too much work.