To whomever I might owe $20 to, Gravity did remember our 'anniversary' yesterday. Aww. He seemed offended that I was surprised that he remembered, until I pointed out to him that he has not actually remembered once in the last five months. I can be way too hard on him sometimes.

Last night's supper was not nearly as fun as I had anticipated. We ended up with a lot of people that I didn't know and then everyone got into a huge conversation about the referendum. This wouldn't have been so bad, except I was the only No campaign supporter there and I got dragged into even though I didn't want to talk about it (and made that quite clear.) I was basically accused of being Benjamin's bitch (this being my roommate) and doing exactly what he told me to, all the time. Needless to say, I was not impressed.

I'm trying to think of other stuff to write about but there isn't much. Oh, I'm going to make myself a t-shirt that says "Beware the Ides of March". Why? Well, it's for a play, but I'm also a geek, and I really like it.

Man, I gotta make like Tom and cruise, I have to go downtown.

Cheerio.

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