What a weird week this last one has been. Besides the rising number of celebrity deaths, I mean. Among other things, it seems like it went by really fast, and the last few days I've been stuck on "Thursday" at work. (And today it was Tuesday, I'm not sure why that is.) On last actual Tuesday, I hit my head at work. Yeah, I know, I've got talent. (I've had workman's comp three separate times now.) There's nothing wrong with my noggin' that wasn't wrong before, but I may continue to have headaches for a few more days.
I've been a little bit more social than usual, too. Tuesday night (with a giant lump on my head) I went to the midnight showing of Transformers with TJ. At a quarter til, both theatres were bascially full, so we didn't sit next to each other. Probably to his relief, as I had never seen anything Transformers-related before and would have been very, very tempted to ask questions! And if I did, he would have been very, very tempted to strangle me. Thursday night I hung out with Whitney, wearing old dresses and taking photos. (An activity that shall be repeated in the future, much to my enjoyment!)
This coming weekend, I'll be up in Minneapolis with my friend Jenn celebrating my first fourth of July in about four years. I have no idea what we are doing yet, but I'm sure it will be entertaining! If nothing else, I can spend the entire weekend listening to a Canadian making fun of me for being American. On, you know, an American holiday.