Good morning, good morning, life's sweet with Orrowheat, good morning, good muffin, to you.

Just felt like singing, since it's the wee hours of the morning, and I'm listening to the new CD ___ made for me. It is really fun, although some of the tracks don't work. I got the Gunmen theme, though, and their MI type song, and that's enough to make me all hot and bothered.

I so was hoping for money for the weekend when ___ and ___ got here, but the bank says no "beaucoup deniros" (see Fast Times At Ridgemont High) until the first business day. That would be Tuesday. That sucks ass...and not in that good way.

This is a two part entry since my computer crashed just after I started it, and I thought it was gone forever, then just discovered that it had been saved somehow, and I love the muffin thing, so I'm leaving it just as it is.

I got nothing done yesterday, except overexposure to people. Brunch was very fun, although a little too much brain sharing around the table, maybe. Like who, besides ___ needed to know that ___'s ass was red and cute. With a visual demonstration, no less. Lots o laughs, though, which I definitely need once in a while. Good to see ___ again. ___'s child bride is very sweet, or at least I think so. At least he manages to get the joke. And in our little cutthroat universe of 'you're not good enough to date my friend', that's a good thing.

Watched Enterprise last night, and the slash potential is definitely there, although I think it's all about ___ and ___, and ___ seems terminally straight, although he's still tasty to look at, and they did shoot him in the leg--never a bad thing.

___ got back from Calgary last night. I missed him.

___'s apartment building caught on fire and he had to be evacuated for like an hour or something. So he came to the club for a very stiff drink, a cigarette (his only one in nine weeks), and tried to be less stressed. It was in the basement, so only the smell of smoke reached his and ___'s third floor apartment, but that was scary nevertheless. If my apartment burned up, I would hang myself. I have too much stuff that could never be replaced.

I have a million things to do between now and Friday, and no days off to do it in. Ugh. Can't wait til ___ and ___ get here, though--should be very very fun.