about to: walk out the door. To go to Beth's house. To watch SLC Punk. To play spades with the best partner a girl could ask for. To get out of the house!
am I running late already?: yes, but of course. But I have the movie, so I suppose that the party won't start without me. Not that it would anyway, I'm sure.
best music recommendation I've picked up in ages: songs: ohia, which is often referenced by jo, and who I've fallen madly in love with. Particularly "How to be Perfect Men," and "Soul," and "Whenever I Have Done a Thing in Flames."
what is sad: the fact that it takes three days for me to even come up with a puny little update like this one. I'm drunk now, too, so that just makes it even better.
still singin', a week later: "and I want a TV embrace"

still enjoyin', a week later: well, that above, also, but what I was referring to were Carson McCullers' short stories. I would start listing which ones I especially liked, but I can't recall right now whether short stories should be quotation marked or underlined/italisized. Right now, I'm feelin' the quotation marks, but I'm not sure enough about it to actually write things. Not that it matters, because now when I wake up in the morning (slash afternoon) I'll still be able to read this and remark that I'm a moron if I had it wrong.
readin': the comedy duo of the, um, well, I don't know. But I like Pamie and Stee. And they're talking about Madonna, man! Hee. I like Madonna. But I'm a big loser like that, so don't mind me.
taped to my wall right now: some hot Doonesbury action. All week has been slightly humorous, actually.

HEY! I'm going to see my sweet boy tomorrow!

Yes. That is all.