I'm not dead.
I promise. Here's a recap of the week so far:
Monday night I fixed dinner for the V, and we watched the Red Sox beat the A's. Tuesday night we hung out with his friend Enrique, and then Mark, Victor, and I went to Waterloo to buy recores. I got the new Belle and Sebastian and the new Death Cab for Cutie. I like both of them. I was feeling a little icky yesterday, so I stayed home from work. I tackled the humongous pile of dishes in my sink. Lately, my sink has been clogging up a bit... actually, let me preface that. The sink has always given me trouble, but a few months ago, the landlord had it "fixed." So anyway, it's giving me trouble again. I eventually had to get out the plunger. Now, Mark thinks that it is disgusting that I would use the toilet plunger in my kitchen sink, but I assure you that it had been disinfected. Besides, I washed the sink before putting the dishes back in. Last night, I went over to Victor's and watched most of the Red Sox vs. Yankees game. They won.

It looks like a busy weekend is coming up. I have a couple of parties to go to on Saturday. I'm sure that Victor will coerce me into watching more baseball. When do I get to have a nice, relaxing weekend? Oh yeah, I just had one. I think that's probably the last one for a while.

On another note:

Victor says I'm going to live a long time, but not as long as I could. You be the judge.

edit The link appears to not work now. Basically, it was a mock CNN article about how goin' down decreases the risk of breast cancer.