My overdose of Shrutitriphosphate

*whew* Where do my days off go? I hardly know.

So today I did nothing but finish a book, read half of another, and write. Write write write. I haven't written in so long but today I wrote pages and pages of... stuff. I'm so weird sometimes that I freak myself out.

I went out with Shruti last night and that was a lot of fun. I hadn't seen her in like a month or something, so it was difficult to remember what she looked like. No no, I made that up. But the month part was true.

We went over to her house for 'ten minutes' which turned into like two hours while her parents fed us unusual Indian delights and we gave her dad some feedback on some posters he's making for AIDs and things like that. It was hilarious. Seriously, her family cracks me up and I think it's completely unintentional, which cracks me up even more. :D I love it.

So it was late by the time we even had dinner, but it was still delicious and Shruti ate fish for the first time. :O I'm such a bad influence. Then she came back here and almost died from an allergic reaction to the cats which she got some scientifically sick pleasure out of. Good times good times. I'll miss her terribly when I go. :(

I have to work again tomorrow but I've got nothing planned for the weekend yet. Next week I start packing. I know it seems early but I've got a lot of crap, what can I say? Mostly it'll just be weeding stuff out and throwing a lot of stuff away so that Mike doesn't have to deal with a bunch of extra Amanda crap laying around all next year. It will be sad--but I must do it. The days are slipping by fast.