That being read like civilized beat poetry, let me just say: last night was good fun. I met Jen (well, two Jens, actually), and karaoke was awesome and of course, often funny. I don't know what's more terrifying than witnessing your boyfriend set himself up for crotch and blowjob jokes ("Hey Barry, I'm not wearing any underwear either" was NOT in the script!), but it's part of the job.
This morning the bookshelf over my bed completely collapsed just as I was resigning myself to this bed. I shrugged, threw all the books on the floor and went back to sleep for two hours. I had truly horrible nightmares and woke up after my alarm (set on radio) had been going off for 20 minutes. Still, I made leftist comments on Colonialism in history today, and now I'm running off to that goddamn English discussion section!