Went to the Saddlerack last night with Jessa and a bunch of offline friends and had a great time. I forgot how much fun it is to dance, dance well, and dance all night. I wish more people had been able to make it - even those who are *really* not into country music had a good time.

Today I spackled the holes I put in the walls of my old apartment and dropped off the keys and garage genie and am now irrevocably relocated to Oakland. It's a good feeling.

Tomorrow is my birthday, my 33rd, and I have no plans. I'm not even going to work. Maybe I'll make some cookies. Or get a massage. Or a haircut. Or finish unpacking. Or pick up a pile of chick flicks and a gallon of ice cream and make a day of it.

I'm leaning towards the cookies and the haircut. And maybe the chick flicks.