Met up with some friends for dinner at Pangaea last night --- seriously thought I'd die before I actually made it there. Had the brilliant idea to walk from work.

If AC knew about this, he'd laugh his ass off. I'll always remember how, as we were heading back to the airport of our trip, he leaned over and said, "Hey, Jo, we can see the mountains from here. Maybe we can walk there next time."

Distances look so much shorter on maps.

Food was okay. JM asked for her venison well done --- and yeah, I know you get, like, the worst cuts of meat when you ask for anything well done, but I'm kinda the same as her: I don't like seeing any blood oozing out of my meat. But I didn't want the cute waiter looking down on me so I said medium well, even though the meat still looked pretty raw to me.

MR called me at work this morning and asked about the somewhat cryptic message I left on her voicemail yesterday.

I just realized that I'm always doing that --- even though I'm not out to sound mysterious, cryptic, or like I'm in desperate need of bail. I just leave crap voicemail messages.

On an unrelated tangent: I wonder if anybody else ever feels this way --- like something's about to happen. This sense that there's something in the wind.