Happy May Fifth!

(Yes, I can say it in Spanish. It's funnier if I don't, because in English it's meaningless.)

We didn't watch last week's Angel, but I got John to fill me in on the most important stuff.

I think I am looking forward to tomorrow's Friends finale more than tonight's Angel. So sad. But you see, Friends is like comfort food. I don't always (or even often) feel like watching it, but when I do, it's exactly what I needed.

I really haven't got anything to say today. I bought a bathing suit that fits. I washed the sheets. It's almost dinner time and I have no idea what I'm going to make. Maybe we have some skabetti (which is not a play on my former Rude Girl leanings but rather the way my stepsister said spaghetti when she was little).