Going out to dinner with Jenn and the SO tonight. Watching more of Carnivale. Dude, Nick Stahl can be kinda hot, in a broody, guy-next-door kind of way. I’d totally take him home, especially if I caught him reading something equally hot.
But I digress.
Doing a quick read-through of Margaret Atwood’s Good Bones. Quirky.
Man, I feel a lot better. I should resolve to spend more of my weekends angst-free.