Heck. I should really be downstairs in Da Dropin' Cenner, but it is empty. It's about to pour, so people seem to be staying away in droves. Which is sort of annoying. If it were busy, time would fly. So I just sort of hang out. Hopefully a little surfing will make the evening pass a bit more quickly.

Usually hanging out is fine. But not tonight. Not with a date with the Special Guy looming.

8pm here at last.