Tonight I was a half an hour late for curfew... I'm sure I do not need to divulge as to why.

Today was Jim's last day at work. He was my favorite person to work with because he was always making me laugh. I told him to text message my phone with dirty messages to make Ryan jealous. Work just sucks more and more as time passes.

I saw Little Shop of Horrors for the second time this week with Ryan. Suddenly Seymour has become one of my favorite songs. I wish I had a recording of Natasha and Sam singing it to one another. They both did very well, it made me proud of going to South St. Paul.

Ryan, Ellen, and I picked up Ashley from work. After food we picked up Kevin and Rick, and watched a major portion of Castaway with Ellen's mom who we all affectionately call "Mom." She is insanely cool.

I hid in Ryan's arm when Tom Hanks' character pulled out his own tooth, and nearly cried when Wilson floated away.

Wilson is the best character in that whole movie.

Last night I had a dream that I was watching a play, but there was a stage not only in front of me, but two smaller stages to either side. And there was something scary (Maybe demons, maybe zombies, maybe crackbabies) coming from every orifice of the set at me, and I was trying to get away, but the auditorium continued on forever. I didn't know where to go and I started to cry. And then I started to dream of something else.

a new piece melted @1:58 a.m.