Well, it's been an interesting few days. My mom's been making sure I had to work Friday night, and repeatedly insisted that I take her car. Fair enough. But I'm sitting here at 4:00 Friday, hastily typing up an Italian diary to turn in before I go to work, when the doorbell rings. There were several gentlemen who informed me that they were here to replace my windshield. That's odd. I guess she's giving me a new windshield for my birthday. That's... totally bizarre. Sure, the old one has a major crack in it, but I think it's part of my truck's charm as an old truck. Oh well...

Yesterday, I went with the Knighthood to Dobie to eat as usual. I'd already eaten with a friend prior to the meeting beforehand, so I just sat around and watched everyone. Man, that was an odd day. I'll share some about that later.