To appease everyone's concern, yes I'm still alive. I haven't been kidnapped by vengeful pygmie nuns in Guatamala nor have I been handcuffed to my bed ("My personal best is 32 hours...but then I had someone to play with.") It's just been awhile since I had anything of vague interest to report.
So Jason called last night. That's right...he called me, not the other way around. It's so nice to be thought of and be able to carry on decent conversations about nothing. We're going out again this Saturday night. He's wanting to introduce me to his friends sometime, and I guess I'll have to expose him to the horror that is my social circle. Other than that, there's not much exciting going on. One of the girls at the office wants me to go see "The Da Vinci Code" with her tomorrow night and I'm really not too hyped about seeing it. Jason wants to see it Saturday night, but I'll gladly suffer through it for him. I suffered through "Batman Begins" with Kevin. But there the comparisons end...well, there is one other. Jason is pale skinned too, with a cute dusting of freckles. But at least I'm not out for a week at a time in a no-tell motel...at least, not yet.