went back to the gym today. The gym sucks.

can't believe Dave is apparently about to do laundry.

working on a secret project.

spend tonight cleaning, lazy-style.

dressed before noon for the second day in a row.

full of salad.

dreamed an ad campaign: "Building your perfect prom night is like building a barn." Would need to run in highly targeted markets....

just bought a dinner and a load of groceries in which Dave would have no interest.

needs to figure out a daily routine that involves getting dressed earlier than, let's say, 8:18 PM.

getting ready to say goodbye to Dave for two months. Actually for two weeks, then two more weeks, and then about a week and a half. Still.