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I had a pretty good yesterday. At the time, it was a pretty good today, but that time has passed. I went to class, which was pretty much the same as it always is, except more homework than usual was assigned. I went to work, where I didn’t accomplish all that much. I drove Lisa home from the car repair place, as she’s finally getting her window fixed. She then helped me clean the upstairs bathroom for almost two hours. It is now whiter than it was when I moved in. She and then celebrated our incredible cleaning abilities by eating out at the Olde Main Brewery. I had a bacon cheeseburger cooked very rare (I was impressed) and a couple of glasses of beer. Their wheat ale is too fruity this time around, but the milk stout is superb. We finished off with a piece of their legendary chocolate cake (which isn’t really legendary, but I’m trying to make it so). We left after an hour and a half, half an hour after they closed. Whoops. I then did some Linguistics homework and went to bed.

I don’t know what made that day a good day, but it certainly wasn’t a bad day. And I generally enjoyed it. And that’s good enough for me.

I also had a good time last weekend. I saw my Uncle Alan and Aunt Leisa, whom I hadn’t seen since spring break. I also saw my cousin Ryan, whom I hadn’t seen since he was three or four. He’s seventeen now, and taller than me by a good four inches. I ate too much food at my grandma’s house. Then, Sunday, Lisa and I had lunch at the King Buffet, and I ate too much again.

One bad/annoying thing did happen this weekend: my phone was disconnected. So, for those of you who probably think I was ignoring you this weekend (and there is a surprisingly large number of you): I wasn’t ignoring you, I simply couldn’t call. Now, I’m not normally one to blame people, but this one is mostly a certain ex’s fault. Well, that and Verizon decided to be pickier than normal. I paid them an exorbitant sum of money this morning to have my line turned back on, so that I could function normally again. I plan on working out the rest of this problem very soon.

This afternoon, I’m playing racquetball with Doug. Doug is going to both hurt me and embarrass me, but it’s something that needs to be done. He is a good friend who is leaving for a job in Texas next week, and we have never played racquetball together despite (or perhaps because of) the fact he plays competitively and practices almost every day. I haven’t played in several weeks. Gonna hurt tomorrow. :) Not sure how I’m going to finish my homework tonight, either, because that often involves using one’s arms.