I have nothing to write about but I feel I should ...or something. I'm sitting eating peanut butter and jelly on crackers and drinking Coke from a coffee cup. I drank everything from my coffee cup today. I like doing that sometimes. Feels like I'm breaking the rules but at the same time it feels good and familiar.

I've done nothing really but my usual weekend ritual: stay up late and sleep in the next day. Ok, I do that during the week too. My headache's gone, I think. Hard to tell if it's really totally gone. It's tricked me before.

Gary's supposed to come over tomorrow night. He said he's bringing my Christmas gifts. I feel bad because his gift isn't ready yet. I'm framing prints of photos I took. That's what my close friends (the few I have) are getting this year. I thought it would be a nice idea. Especially since no two will get the same photos. It also works out perfectly because I don't have a lot of money. The prints I'm supposed to get from Laura. The frames, from Bed, Bath & Beyond.

I think whoever came up with that name's a genius. 'Bed, Bath & Beyond'. Really. Anyway, Mike was the one who suggested Bed, Bath & Beyond for the frames so I dragged him there. They're perfect. White matte with black metal frame. Holds two 4x6 photos. I feel Gary got me something electronic since he was planning on ditching me at J&R but I have no idea what it could be.

I went out earlier to see 'The Hot Chick'. It was actually pretty funny. I'm probably one of few people who find Rob Schneider sorta sexy. Not holding cucumber slices over his nipples. The usual, sometimes disgusting, crude, clumsy, dorky but seemingly sweet Rob Schneider.