I called Dave, he's fine... not abducted by pygmies, leprachauns, or, rastafarians. Thank goodness.

Class, work, dinner with Spoolie... followed by Thursday night drinkin.

Ben bet against me. The original bet was that I'd make it to day 175... then Alana upped the ante and made the bet expire at 4 AM on Saturday morning... So basically I have to make out with SOMEONE tomorrow... at this point it's become a matter of principle.

QOTD for today was just too foul to actually type up and publish for the masses... (Really!! I seriously wanted to vomit) But if you really want to know about it, I'll tell you, just ask.