If I'm having enough fun, I'll say yes to anything. Last night my dreams were all anxiety, and today there are consequences.

I don't know what mood it was, but we were all in the same one. I want to say it was the order in which we were seated - Michael, Falton, Egg, me, Bees. The Egg said he'd seen a five-point buck that day, at which point Michael looked over to me and said, "That's a deer." So I kicked him under the table. And then the Egglet's friend. We hadn't seen him in a while and it was good to. And then the Captain. In about an hour I'll call her and we'll find out which one of us won porn and which one of us won metal. And then Danger. She remembers all of the right things, incidental things we talked about in the middle of the night forever ago. And then George and George's boyfriend, who is starting to deserve his own name. He actually came inside and stayed the whole time, and talked to everyone, and was fun and smart, and now it seems like we'll get to keep George after all.

So, a lot of good things, and secret talks in various corners, and, "Yes, let's!" and now what happens? The Captain caught me at the worst time, and I gave too much away. Now, all weekend long, consequences. Consequences, followed by responsibilities, followed by one really fun night, followed by Thanksgiving. I am going to hold my breath until December.

There was something else written here, but, you know, nevermind.