Stockpot simmering, T-minus two and a half hours. As I was just telling Jenna, my mom wouldn't let us leave the kitchen when we were cooking anything, be it toast or roast. So I get a little nervous in situations like this.

This whole evening, hosting an actual party, has made me a bit nostalgic for my college days. I did enjoy hosting though, more than I perhaps realized — thank god the times weren't tooo exciting, or I'd have endless boring stories.

(At the very least, being around so many Hamlinites on a regular basis has taught me how incredibly boring two-year-old gossip about people I didn't go to college with is. A lesson... I probably could have learned on my own.)

Back to work; this morning Sleepy Dan convinced me that I didn't need to get up at 8, I could reasonably sleep until 9, then he hit the snooze on my internal clock and let me sleep till almost noon, putting me way being schedule. You can't trust that guy.