There's no sense in telling me; the wisdom of a fool won't set you free

So Tuesday evening, Lilie calls. She's bored, I'm bored, we're all bored. We couldn't go to a 50 cent movie, since there was NOTHING playing - Wimbledown, Anaconda 2, and the Cookout. Right. So.

I half-jokingly said, "Well, you could hang out over here and watch the election or something." Jokingly only because I didn't think she'd take me up on it.

She did.

I was freaking out, because Mom and Mike were talking about what a hard time they were going to give me while she was over here. They behaved, though. I gave her the tour, and showed her my room. She was surprised by the Britney poster on my wall - though I recently removed two other ones and the Spice Girls poster - but seemed to like it otherwise. I showed her my computer and collection of movies and music, and my PS2 and games - we are both geeks, after all.

So we watched the election for a bit, then she started playing SO3. She bought it, but her PS2 is in storage right now, so she hasn't been able to play it. She said my bed is really comfortable, but made a really weird comment about not being able to breathe on it. Or having trouble breathing. Or something like that.

She did start to fall asleep later. When questioned about it, she said that she was just really comfortable, and kinda tired. I think she was actually completely sleep at one point, but I'm not sure. So she finally left at one point. (Sean did call while she was over here, and I asked her if she realizes how incredibly awkward and weird that is when he does so.)

More to come later.