really must do something about my eating habits. last night's fantabulous dinner party with the gang reminded me of the importance of squarish meals. i was chastized just last week for not eating enough vegetables. i suggested a canned food drive in my honor. what do you think?

roommate has been home at night far too much this last week. he normally works sunday, monday, wednesday and thursday nights, but was home last monday and thursday and now is gonna be rocking it home-style ce soir. we get along just fine. it is just a tight space and i have grown accustomed to the scheduled time to myself. in fact, i'm certain that his unexpected presence on thursday was the final straw in my tailspin. guess i rely on structured expectations and control a little more than i realized.

this has been one humdinger of a weekend. i've got some pretty kick-ass friends. sometimes it takes hitting a low spot where you can no longer see over the horizon to appreciate the wealth of care, concern and support that exists just beyond it. what is it they say about life and lemons? does mike's hard count?