Charlie and I got manicures this afternoon (for much less than we usually pay), and then I got a spray tan. We also shopped and acted like normal people who have time for normal things.
Last night I spent hours helping FatJoey load new fic to his fic journal, then we changed the memories so they make more sense. His laptop has been screwed up for weeks, but it sounds like he might finally get it fixed. I forced him to read in his journal last night and start thinking about keeping one again. We'll see about that.
Brian sent me some new icons today! I'm excited, since I've been begging.
They showed a couple points and one final game of Nadal's match at Wimbledon (it was 6-0 in the final set). His all-white outfit is pretty cute, and his arms are more ripped than ever. Sigh. (19 years old.)
I have an effing 8:00 a.m. meeting in Beaverton in the morning . . . Gotta get to bed pretty soon. Three more days and I get a day off! (woohoo!)
- I feel:good
- I hear:"I Wanna Come First" (Lindsay)