Last night we had a feast at the Pak's. I grated potatoes like there was tomorrow, and now my right ring finger is sore? or sprained? or something... it just hurts when I move it a certain way. Anyhow, it was a delicious dinner.
I've decided to stay at home for the next 4-6 months. Hopefully find a place to buy, but if I don't, then renting will be the way to go. Commute is going to be hell, but I suppose it's better to wait for the perfect place rather than hastily moving to a sketch one.
Still angry and disappointed at those jerk-offs for not showing up -- maybe I'm just sad because them not showing up signified something greater - that maybe we're not the friends I thought we were, or that they're angry at me for leaving? I dunno, but they still should have called. Way f'ed up in my book.