I've got such weak plans for the weekend. Paintball fell through (I'm still kinda ticked off about that). And tomorrow's where-to-go and who-with are still up in the air. All I've got for certain is the reunion on Saturday.

The week went by too fast.

Interesting thing is, even before revisting the idea of adding small increments of drama (my very own drama, not other people's) to my life to lengthen it, I think my subsconsious began trying to help me add it by bringing to the forefront of my mind a bunch of drama-inducing questions to ponder... questions that would point to or directly lead into forseeable drama.

I should've written them down.

Oh, and... Earlier this week, the karma police knocked on my door in the middle of the night... scared me for a good hour or more. Wrong house. False alarm. No arrests were made. *phew*