about purpleman being an idiot, because he was very nice to me today when i:
assumed no one would come and drank lots of wine, fell asleep, and couldn't bother to talk to anyone when some friends finally did show up, and then to top things off got sick on the way home. idiot, idiot, me.
tomorrow it's back to work after a long holiday--- i always hate this. but it's just one day and then there's the weekend again.
