So tired, have to drive tomorrow. Leaving around noon, I believe.

Since I was much younger I've always envisioned myself dying in a tragic auto accident at a young age, so if anything happens let this be proof of my prescient powers. Doubtless, however, The Deathtrap and I will make it home safely.

The D.J still has no social skills, for the record, and I once again told him so after he interupted a phone conversation earlier today. He inconvenienced me later, as well, but I understand his logic, in a twisted way.

I went to the coffeehouse tonight, ran actually, with Project 2501, a compulsive, hyperactive, and very bored gamer from down the hall, to meet Helen, who unlike myself was there on time. We talked for a while, though Project 2501 was really random and sparse with his comments. It was fun, not a whirlwind rollercoaster of excitement, but fun, considering. Any socialization, I'd think we'd all agree, is good socialization.

Also, sorry Stillwater people. You don't get snazzy nicknames because, though you may not read it, you still know about the page. You have paid the ultimate price.

Valentine's Day was meaningless, for the most part. I'm glad they really didn't go all out with the decorations around here.
I really do need my sleep. Later.