In the afternoon, Andrew ST'ed me, and we made plans to have dinner tomorrow night, and to go to Trailer Trash @ Flex.
Courtney and I left work at about 6:00, and stopped at Pizza Hut to eat on the way home. Big mistake. I way overate, and was uncomfortable and disgusted with myself the rest of the night.
Robert arrived right before I left for class. I quickly tried to help Courtney get hooked up through work via my cable modem, but it was not to be. I left her with a dial-up connection.
Class was run almost entirely by the class tonight. We all talked about growing up being educated in either the craft, romantic, or rhetorical tradition as far as writing goes. A lot of varied experiences. There's one girl in that class that bugs the shit out of me.
Class ended at about 8:45 (scheduled until 8:50), and I bee-bopped down to Flex to dance. It was fun, but I was tired, and stuffed still, and berated myself (internally) all night about having ate so much. I could use a session with Dr. Phil on that.
When we got home, Courtney had left a note that she had a cab coming at 5:40 in the morning for a 6:30ish flight. She's going to Dallas to see her brother and sister-in-law in light of the loss of their baby. As it turns out, she delivered the baby this morning, and the cord was wrapped around its neck.