This should be very quick; it's mid-afternoon and I've got the Pern thing looming over me, causing butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Jim's off at Weird Stuff Warehouse, looking for bizarre computer equipment to turn into a tabletop fountain; if I get done in time tonight I might manage to go to dinner with him, but it seems much more likely I'll be busy online forever. Tomorrow is Ambar's housewarming, and then there's a short week before we go to Chicago. Busy, busy, busy. I hope it slows down some soon; I hate having my weekends this filled.

Dinner last night was really great; lots of food, a funny waiter, and we really took our time over every course and just enjoyed ourselves. Trip did show up, despite all my fears to the contrary, and I got to make good on my threat of dipping him in chocolate. He countered by dipping me in chocolate and then handing me off to Jim, who seemed appreciative. Trip claims Jim owes him for this, but I tend to think he did it because I mentioned debauched sloths.

Reading over that it sounds even weirder than it actually was. Wow.