Well, the weekend of Wes's birthday I'm sorta committed to a romantic comedy fest with Carol for Valentine's Day. We're going to watch "When Harry Met Sally," "You've Got Mail," and ... what was that other one? Oh, The Wedding Singer.

Ha. Ha ha. Ha.

No.

I will definitely be in Albia or Grinnell or Chariton that weekend, wherever the hodown is. How could we not celebrate Wes's and Bil's birthdays? We'll all forget about our existences as bags of flesh and organs (see Bil's last post) for one night of riotous craziness. Sounds like good stuff.

Speaking of which, I'll be in Albia this weekend. I've heard a couple ideas for this weekend, including Amish's demand for something "very alcoholic." I'm up for most things that don't invovle blood sacrifice and Ayn Rand.

I may have to smother Britt to death this weekend too. He keeps telling me that Carol looks like a caveman. Of course, years of making out with a drugged and/or sleeping Lucas have probably embittered him toward romance. Still, he may have to die a long, slow death.

I ordered a boxed set of Cowboy Bebop the other day, and although the shipping time was estimated from four to fourteen days, my parents called last night to tell me a package arrived. There's no distinctive return address, and so I'm afriad to have them open it. I mean, due to the process of elimination, it's likely Bebop, but...it could also be porn or something equally inflamatory. Who's to say? It seems so unlikely that a DVD I ordered online arrived in three days.

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