ben sat with me at dinner (dinner was depressing as usual, and it gave me heartburn), and we had an interesting talk. we talked about what we're probably going to be like when we're old and how we'd scare our daughter's boyfriends. and at the golem meeting we didn't do critiques, we colored posters and talked. emily said she wants me to get married just to see what kind of weird wedding i'd have. so i promptly asked ben to marry me. he said he'd have to get back to me on it. i like randomly proposing to people, especially if i've just met them. it always catches them off-guard. i think if i ever do get married, i'll probably either marry a midget or some really tall, skinny guy (so we can go on maury's "opposites attract" episodes). of course, 90% of guys i know are complete assholes, and the decent ones are either gay or just treat me as a friend. well, that's all right. i want someone who's intelligent, drug/alcohol/tobacco/marijuana/etc.-free,
anyway, why does the heater always smell funny when it decides to work? and why have i been ranting about the heater in just about every post i've made this week? seriously, the heater has issues.
oh yeah, i was going to go to bed early tonight, wasn't i? i guess i should put the clean sheets on my bed and go night-night then.