I remember on our 2nd date, Dan and I went out to dinner and then back to his place to watch Dollhouse. He had mentioned he didn't know if he had a corkscrew, and I had like, 4, so I brought one.

He was forgetful, and I'm detail-oriented, so was like, "Hey, I brought a bottle of wine" and he was all "I don't have a corkscrew" and I reached into my purse and pulled out a heavy, nice one.

He was like "Holy shit, do you carry around a corkscrew all the time?!"

"Yes," I deadpanned. "No one mistakes it for a weapon, but it IS."

(And I DID forget it in my purse for a long time, and kind of seriously thought about carrying it around all the time. But it was HEAVY.)

(Granted, I'm a Virgo and like owls, but still...)

I'm a Virgo and I like owls! But not mops. My parents sent me a lovely owl card I need to frame, speaking of.

Most guys would be terrified to buy a woman they've been dating in a non-committed relationship a tool. and equally terrified of buying jewelry.

The jewelry I get. But a tool? Then again, he doesn't know what I have, really. And that was just me riffing, anyway.

He done all right, bebe.

Oh, totally! And if he was trying to get a gift that effectively communicated a lack of commitment, well, it worked. He is eminently logical and practical, too - foofarraw and tchotchkes aren't his thing.

I hope I don't sound like an ungrateful bitch. I didn't even expect him to take me out tonight, because I know he's so busy. He put thought into choosing a restaurant, and happily paid, and bought me a pretty and useful gift.

You know someting awesome, though? During dinner, he recited back to me verbatim my favorite Angel quote, which I'd forgotten I'd even shared with him. "If nothing we do matters, all that matters is what we do."

"Yes," I deadpanned. "No one mistakes it for a weapon, but it IS."

Oh, fantastic.

It's a wine stopper, a cosh, or the oddest nail punch I've ever seen!! I kind of want to carry it around, too.

Heh>

I hope I don't sound like an ungrateful bitch

No, you sound like a Virgo.

And you can cosh someone, drink a nice glass of Chianti, and then nail their id to your "Jerks I Whapped Upside the Head" souvenir wall.

Did I mention that two of the rooms are nearly a mile away from each other? Getting to all six rooms within the 75 minutes of the exam is so not going to happen. There are three right in the middle of campus, and then two about half a mile away in one direction, and the last one about half a mile away in the other direction.

Hil, can you get together with the other professors so that each of you covers a building? If everyone is giving the same exam, they should be able to ask questions of any of the profs.

On a side note, this situation irritates me and makes me bitter, because this kind of shit is what I do. There's no reason for this kind of disorder and inconvenience.

And you can cosh someone, drink a nice glass of Chianti, and then nail their id to your "Jerks I Whapped Upside the Head" souvenir wall.

Ahahaha.

No, you sound like a Virgo.

Wait, which part?

OMG, why am I still up? And still wearing this uncomfortable strapless bra?

One more cute thing - poor boo was so tired that his Alabama accent was on display like never before. Usually it only shows when he says "darlin'," which totally makes me wibble because it sounds so bad when people try to fake it and so awesome when said right. But tonight? Dipthongs for days.

Happy Birthday, smonster! Even if I'm a bit late.

I'm sorry about your kitty, Epic.

I stayed up way too late last night talking fic and podcasts with my upstairs neighbor. (Her: And here's one of the best podcast readers I've ever heard. She's called "FayJay" and she's reading these Sherlock fics. Me: She is awesome. Also, Buffista!) After work I'm going with a friend for pedicures (her first ever, at 59). I hope I don't fall asleep in the massage chair.

Epic, I am so sorry for your loss.