Motherfucker. I had a long entry typed out, and before I could post, my computer rebooted. Bastard.

My weekend, in minature:

Spring Fling was fun. Our Noble was here. We wrestled and he made odd faces. I am sore, but happily so. And that was not intended to sound dirty. Bridget came up also, and we dealt each other a smackdown with big puffy boxing gloves. The bands were decent to awful, the watermelon was good, I popped a few "cherries" for beads, we watched Too Wong Foo- Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar, sipped Midori slushees, and slept in late. I also did this aerial-gymnastics thing (think the bungee-cord battle in Tomb Raider, only in miniature).

If I'd have known about the rally in DC, I'd have been there, Residence Life be damned. But I'm clueless. So.

I will catch up on comments tomorrow. I appreciate them, guys, I really do. I've just been processing them, and I'll respond tomorrow.

I have laundry to take out and a tower to jump off of tomorrow. Whee.