Instead of thinking about life's latest curveball, I'm going to recap my weekend. (Didn't you know that if you don't think about your problems, they're not really there?)

So yes, the weekend. On Friday Darren and I went to the Golden Valley Huamne Society, which truly is a doggy and kitty paradise. They had other shit too, like gerbils, but we didn't care about them. Small furries are for losers. Anyway, it was great to finally go there and see some of the animals I've been looking at on their web site for months. It was kind of like meeting famous people whom I have admired from afar for a long time. Upon experiencing this feeling, I decided it was time to get out more.

On Saturday I had my first Metrodome experience. That's right, twenty years a resident of this fine state and not once had I been to the Dome. Until Saturday. We saw the Twinkies wallop the White Sox. There were beach balls and drunken men galore and it was good. I'm ready to go back. Like now.

Ah, and Sunday. It was raining yesterday. It was raining and Darren's buddy was moving. And since we'd be Bad People if we didn't help, we went, stood in the rain, packed up the truck, and got the hell out of there. I'm still somewhat cold thinking about it, but I hope that'll pass. And even if it doesn't, why would moving Darren's friend stick out in my mind, making me think of it often enough to induce an all-over chilliness? It was a lot of fun, despite the elements. In fact, I doubt it would have been nearly as much fun had the elements been less horseshit.

Oh oh! On Friday we saw Shrek 2! How could I possibly have forgotten that? My how I laughed. I was also shocked to see that my high school home economics teacher played the Fairy Godmother. What are the odds!?

But now. Now. Now I must go clean more. Cleaning makes me not think about things. I bet my roommates are wishing I had stuff I didn't want to be thinking about when school was still in session, huh? Sorry guys.