Today was a slow day. Yesterday was a slow day. I really seem to like slow days. Actually, yesterday was much ado about cooking - starting with a leisurely breakfast of eggs benedict at 3pm, after a relaxing couple of hours of talking in bed. Dinner (chicken a la king) was created at 7pm, and there was much rejoicing. Sunday is definitely the day to do cooking. There's almost no other day when I'm willing to go to that much effort! The between-meal time was filled with work (I on a website, and Sheena on homework), and more talk, and the requisite Sunday afternoon Simpsons.

Quite a good day, really. Saturday was more work-oriented. Much more time spent on RV. I wonder if the current flurry of activity will actually amount to something this time? This is at least the third time I have seriously embarked upon this particular set of coding work. Well, we'll just have to see how it goes; speculation, in this case at least, helps no one.

Saturday night brought good times (pics 1 and 2), great people (pics 3 and 4) and some good, good beer (pics 5 and 6). The images I've posted present merely a whiff of the nights festivities. Suffice to say that after I put away my computer at 8:30pm, I set about enjoying my evening with such fervour that I was perfectly justified in sleeping in until noon on Sunday. Yeah, that's right, baby! The evening and night presented me with a number of rather large hints as to why it is so important to keep close to your friends. I hadn't seen Jessi (one of my best friends, pictured right) for months, and even my Kenzie-girl (who lives in Victoria, mere blocks from my house, photo above) seems to have dropped off the radar! If seeing those two wasn't enough to get me thinking about the importance of my friends, I also had a dream about a really good friend of mine who lives in LA. In the dream, which was one of those truly vivid ones, I, Steve, and someone else went to visit Kye in LA. I am particularly terrible at remembering my dreams (no worries there - they're mostly pretty crazy and disturbing), but this dream has stuck in my head ever since. And accompanying it is the image of Kye on the night I met him, completely enraptured by the absolutely amazing sight and reality of a temporary city in the desert. Looks like I should write a certain someone an email to let them know I'm thinking of them!

Okay, well, it's after midnight, and again I'm going to be furious with myself tomorrow morning, when I have to get up after less than 7 hours sleep. Alright, last call everyone - who needs one more beer before bed?