Oh yeah, and I made cherry cobbler yesterday... and I didn't have a recipe. There are things I would do differently next time, but I think I did quite nicely for just making shit up. And then Brittney came over (she's back from SRT) and we split a bottle of Zinfandel and three cigarettes. SRT changed her a lot. It was good for her.
Fuck. I accidentally paid my mortgage one day late last month and I got my new statement today: the late fee is THIRTY-EIGHT FUCKING DOLLARS! That's bullshit, man.