I'm about to head over to a sketchy-sounding apartment to meet a sketchy-sounding guy who is selling a Leatherman super-cheap because he needs money by tomorrow. How suspicious. Due to safety concerns, I'm dragging Sabo with me. She and ER are watching an eighties movie featuring Julia Roberts and a bunch of girls who are talented at screwing up their lives in interesting ways. One of the characters dumped a barrel of fish on her boyfriend's porsche, and all he said was, "Think you could give me a life home?" Awesome Friday-night, end-of-classes get-together this past week. We drank a ton of wine and I broke a lightbulb and we finished off a bag of spinach after all the chips and chocolate had been eaten.
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