There's a part of my lip I keep biting. Unintentionally.
I am now 25 years old. I will remain this way for some time.
Birthdays in any event should not be celebrations for the child born but for the person who did the bearing. Only mothers should have birthdays.
Went to P.F. Chang's for the first time. Not bad. Not awesome, but not bad.
Am reading Regeneration. Enjoying it. Had to give up Video Night at page 248 because a grabby public library insisted.
My summer reading is not, so far, what I anticipated. Ah, well, it ain't over till the 21st, and I have two long flights ahead of me.
Will go to Rock 4 Change concert Thursday night at Universal Studios' Gibson Amphitheatre. Am super-pumped.
Won a guitar. Plan to sell it so I can go home for Christmas and not be poor.
My ice cream cone cupcakes were outstanding. Still, someone ought to have made me some, holiday weekend notwithstanding.
Disneyland Saturday. NBC premiere party at Paley Center Monday. Homeward bound next Tuesday night. Ellen's wedding next Friday. Olafur the day after.
And still, I would junk it all for a lowly WA job.