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Sweet day. I got the day off so I returned some movies (don't let the fact that it's a Ashton Kuchter vehicle throw you off, The Butterfly Effect is a decent movie with a remarkably imaginative plot) and spent most of the day sifting through piles and piles of music files in an organizational orgy that would make any OCD proud.

Gretchen, the craziest (that's her complete title, just 'the craziest'), txted me last night to tell me I'm a prick. In a fit of logical behavior, I asked her why and she calmly explained that it was my fault that she took a handful of pills two days ago and slept for 20 hours. Oh, sorry about that. Has anyone out there ever gotten accused of doing something too well?? Trust me, it's possible. So if anyone out there has any BPDs, borderline schizoes (sp?) or severe/manic depressives that haven't got some poor shmoe to blame their criminally unstable behavior on, please send them my way. Apparently, I haven't got enough of them in my life. Did I mention I dated one of my current roommates before I moved in here?? Yes sir, the excitement never stops. . .

Monica is coming over to hang out. This is the first time she has come over without any specific reason to be here, such as dinner or watch a movie. Wish me luck, guys. . .