OK, so this morning I was supposed to trade massage with a classmate... She called as I was waking up and I couldn't find the phone. She didn't leave a number and I couldn't find the class phonelist. I found the phone hiding by my laptop as I went to check my email. She'd sent me an email asking for directions. apparently my rzanimals email decided to quit sending out... So I emailed her on my yahoo account...And went back to bed.

I did give a kickass massage to someone else this afternoon and had some lovely sunny garden time all by myself in my nice big backyard with my nice new hose.

Then Ben gave me a ride to clinic lab. Or at least that's where I thought I was going. That's where all 15 or so of us thought we were going. We dutifully crammed ourselves onto the rickety green balconey of the Brenneke annex landing and stood around chatting and waiting for the instructor to show up.

15 minutes later, still chatting and waiting and wondering if the slight swaying sensation meant that there were too many of us up there and we would soon fall through onto the pool table in Jabus Pub.

Another 15 minutes passed... No instructor.

Finally we dragged Julie, our beloved dean of students, down from her tower, and demanded explanations. Unfortunately, she had none to give. But she did tell us to go home.

Well, there we were, standing around on Queen Anne with our bigass backpacks full of sheets n' books... What was there to do but go out for a drink?

So after dumping our gear in Mandys car, Levi, Liz, Mary, Erin, Rene, Mandy and I set off for a really nice place that I'd never heard of before and can't remember the name of. I do remember the yummy butternut squash soup and the lovely dry cider. And I clearly remember Levi and I trouncing Erin and Rene at scrabble. Well, maybe winning by seven points isn't really trouncing, but we kicked butt with PEE SPACE SOX:

* *R
PEE
I *L
SPACE
SOX
* E
* T

Anyway, it was all good fun and we topped the night off with The Family Guy at Levis on his hugeass bigscreen TV(I'm not kidding the speakers are an entire wall!) while his kitty Clarisse ate the lyrics to his latest song. Luckily she didn't eat them all 'cause he sang it to Mandy and I later and it's a good 'un.

Ben just asked if I could blog with the light off. I think it's time to say:

Goodnight.