Theres An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Makin' Love To His Tonic And Gin

I had time to kill today, so I drove by my old University and stopped at the newspaper office (with snacks, of course - that's basically the price of admission). So I managed to escape into happier times for a bit.

One of the new writers, CD, is also executive director of the college republicans group at the university, and is so passionate it's hard not to love her. She spoke with me for at least 20 minutes about a debate that took place on campus the night before, and how frustrating it was to have incompetent students represent the republican side (because it was sponsored by the newspaper, she wasn't ethically allowed to do it because of her position with the newspaper). I just hope for her, more than anything, that she doesn't lose her passion when she graduates.

My one conversation with J tonight:

(11:00:01 PM) J:how was softball?
(11:04:04 PM) J: hmmm, my battery's dying, so I'm going to put my laptop upstairs, but hope you had fun
(11:04:06 PM) J: see you tomorrow!
(11:04:09 PM) E: k

I guess he forgot I didn't have softball tonight. That's okay. Maybe I'll forget to make dinner tomorrow.