So. It's Sunday night.
Thursday I didn't go to school. I slept instead. The 'rents wouldn't let me wake up earlier than about 10; I slept till noon, when I went for Indian with my uncle and father.
Friday was the last day before Spring Break. Announcement: 'Wear clothes to school. Keep them on.' Jesu Christ, man. I ended up making this tart/cake/Danish thing for Calculus--it had blackberries and banana. Turned out very well, I think.
Saturday I had breakfast with Brittney, then we went to Sunil's. I had been intending to go to the San Antonio Poets Association meeting in the afternoon, but I was feeling quite ill, so I just went home.
Saturday night Brittney's dad went into the hospital. Some GI thing. Not sure what. Sounds unpleasant.
Sunday Brittney came to church with me (see her LiveJournal), then we came home and chilled out. Tomorrow is my parents' forty-eighth anniversary (they've only been married 24 years, but they got married twice), so they kind of left us to our own devices, which was just fine with us: we watched the Game Show Network. Then she visited her father at the hospital.
Sunil came over. We boffed. I won. Ridiculously.
Brittney came over. We three watched Children of Dune on SciFi. Disappointing. Visually stunning, just not much substance. How sad. I love those books.
And now I sit here, and everybody's gone.
But life is good, and once I get over this damn crappy illness (which I hope isn't mononucleosis), it'll be even better.
Cooper [23:28]
