Empty!

Three of my suite mates are already gone. The other is leaving tomorrow, after I have departed at an early hour to play frisbee. So when I get back, there will be no one to greet me and comment about how much I smell. I'm sure I'll survive, though. Everyone cleaned their dishes today. Combined with the fact that I cleaned my room, the kitchen, and the bathroom, the suite feels remarkable clean and pleasant. I wonder if my roommates will even notice when they come back... Lucky them, to get me randomly out of everyone on the wait list. If I weren't here, they'd probably be attacked by the crud growing in the shower.

In 8 hours, I will be getting up for the second real tournament of the year. I'm really excited. I did everything I possibly could to pull everything together tonight. I even made myself sandwiches.

I indulged in take out tonight because of my luck last night. The first time I go up to order drinks, there's this old guy who offers me a vodka soda. I politely refuse, because that's not a drink I like, and make small talk as I wait for the bartender to notice me. He decides to buy the two drinks I order (lucky Tucker, one of the drinks was hers). More small talk, and I depart back to my table. Later, I agree to go order cheese fries for Sasha. She hands me a ten. Somehow, the bartender takes the ten, and mistakes it for a one when she gives me the change. I didn't notice until I handed Sasha the change, and she said something. Otherwise, I might have been a good Samaritan. So we get cheese fries and a five dollar profit (which I claim, because I did the walking). Clearly that justifies paying a lot for one meal.