Sooo... after some angst, 99% of it from me, over which day we should have our t.v. night on, Jenna and I decided to keep it on Wednesday.

But tonight it didn't happen at all. Very strange; I mean, even Jenna didn't show. Even more surprising is that the evening seems to have disintegrated without any coordination between the parties involved.

After three early mornings and two late nights, part of me was hoping for a night like this, a break so I could read a few hundred pages of Manifold: Time — but of course I didn't take advantage of it at all. Unless you count watching The Transporter 2, which in retrospect was not a good use of anyone's time.

Big meeting today at work: my first appearance in an org chart.

Also, I've had the two most stereotypical "late for work" excuses actually happen to me this week: on Monday my alarm clock apparently lost 30 minutes during its nightly satellite update, causing me to oversleep, and today I had a flat tire.