I spent the day with Erica watching The Sopranos. All day. Seven hours. We hit the MOA because she had to buy some lipstick for her aunt from Victoria's Secret (backordered on the internet and costs $20, must be some good shit). Then we stopped at Chipotle and got some tacoey goodness and chips galore, then went back and settled in on our respective couches and didn't move until it was dark out. What a great sunday. And yeah, it was nice out, and yeah sun shining, beautiful weather, blah blah. It was a fabulous day. Too few of them left, if you ask me, since a month from now I'll have been in school for over a week.
But let us not speak of bad things. Only good. Only Tony Soprano and the fact that Robert Patrick showed up during Season Two in the middle of the afternoon. And I'm listening to Scott Bravo right now.