I'm a compulsive eater. I don't know if I actually did lose weight this summer, but its sure as hell coming back with a vengeance. Oh, but food is so good. Gah.

Rachel has been moving her stuff into MY apartment. Yeah, whatever, I know I'm not paying for it but its still mine. The only compensation is that I have Gamecube now and will be stealing the basket from her bike.

Last night I learned an important life lesson: do not listen to rachel when she tells you to drink. Her and Mark went to a bar and came home ready to have more fun. And then I fell for the old "you gotta take a drink when you win" line. Unfortunately, since they were already drunk, I won. A lot. Long story short, that's the first time I've had enough to feel bad the next day. Kinda kills my desire to do any more for a while, you know?