bunny wearing a Scottish outfit, saying 'if it's nae Scottish, it's CRAP' Bunday! Of course, this particular bunny disapproves heartily.

On Friday night, just as I was going to bed, I got a call on my work phone. This is never fun; usually it means that something is broken and I have to fix it. It wasn’t work—it was someone looking for Alex, who had this phone before I did. They sounded drunk, and wouldn’t believe me when I said that I wasn’t Alex, and that Alex had not had that phone for 5 months. I finally hung up on them. And on Saturday afternoon, I got someone on my personal phone wanting to know about the pizza I’d ordered. I hadn’t ordered a pizza, so I was confused. This turned out to be a wrong number.

Not a whole lot to report. The plan is apparently to get together at Nathan’s to celebrate the Rock Band 2 Track Pack for the PS2, or something like that. And we’re going to have dinner of some sort. Not sure what. Chili, possibly.

I had to do some work pretty early in the morning on Saturday, and only got 2 of 3 jobs done before it started getting on to 6am, when traffic starts getting higher. Oh well. The remaining job should not take that long.