Jesus, what a nice day. It was dry and cool (ok, it hit 94 by late afternoon, but that's a hell of a lot better than 102). My dad drove down from Plano for lunch and then came over to see the new house and hang out for a while. Then my sister and I went shopping, drank a few beers on the porch, and hung some pictures in my bedroom. After she left, I went to Dan's to watch Project Runway with a bunch of my snide, funny friends. I drove home with the windows down. Also, our previous landlord agreed to give us some of our deposit back, and I got to sleep in an hour late.
Nothing too fancy, but please compare this to my day yesterday, which was filled with a hundred minor irritations that, cumulatively, made me feel like someone had been shaving my skin off with a cheese grater all day long. Wednesday, August 30, 2006, you're all right.