Went out with Kristi last night and we had a gay old time (as in happy...It was fun...get your mind out of the gutter) went and saw Bruce Almighty, after being sold tickets to Finding Nemo by a pimply-faced 17-year old who aparently can't tell the difference between the words "Bruce" and "Nemo". Movie was good, went to Wally World afterwards to get Kristi boxes for packing. Chilled at her house for a while and came to the conclusion that the part of the brain that creates the romatic "spark" is on a entirely different space-time continuim than the rest of the universe. Fo Shizzle.