Ok, so I missed the Halloween party last night. I'm SORRY! Why won't anyone write to me?? It's a lonely Monday - not much to do except test, test, test, write up, write up, write up, ad infinitum ....

My weekend? Busy, busy, busy and unproductive. I got everything done except what I really wanted to get done, which is laundry. Talked to everyone but my mom, which leaves something to be desired.

Despite the above paragraph, though, it was a good weekend. I got to spend time with Jen, my Texan friend; I went to the Farmer's Market and got some veggies I just might eat before they go bad (not that I'd eat them after they go bad, I would just have to throw them away and feel, um, bad about it) and some flowers; I went bike shopping, which is the next big step before actually plunking down the money for it; and I wrapped up the whole thing by flaking on the Halloween party and going out for sushi instead and watching two back-to-back episodes of Sex in the City - and I hadn't even seen one of them!

Now it's Monday. I just got my afternoon cup o' decaf black tea with annoying spices in it and a chocolate covered graham cracker, and I'm wondering why no one's written to me. I suppose the universe just isn't revolving around me today. Ho hum ... Maybe tomorrow ...