||[Aug. 2nd, 2002|12:13 am]
I went on my bike ride in the dark to return last night's DVD rental. And sure enough, the one night where I don't rent something, the cute girl was working. Too bad I stunk and was wearing my shittiest lounge-around-the-house-and-program clothes. I might've considered going in and talking to her. (oh, but that would've probably involved renting another movie, and I have to wake up early tomorrow.) So maybe she works weekends. I'd probably be able to figure out her work schedule pretty easily, if I weren't running out of movies I'm willing to pay three whole dollars for. :P
BTW, I don't mean any offense to anybody, but I've changed it so only friends can leave comments in my journal. I'll change it back in the future, but for now I need a little rest. Less email = good. Really, I hardly ever write journal entries to get replies... I write them just to write.
I'm going to go do dishes now. They're still piled up in the sink from the cooking adventure the other night.
In other news, I figured out what I'm going to wear to the Trowel party, so I'm not going to be hit with the $1,000 fine now. Phew!