Brother and the babies are in town tonight. Kind of sitting around waiting for a call back. Thinking we might not see them after all this evening. He has a tendency to not call and let me know what's going on. Kind of like how I apparently have a tendency to never thank him for dinners. But, I guess, dude, he's my brother. We're not even *supposed* to be polite to one another. We should be happy if the other cares so much as to sit on us and fart. Like old times.
As soon as we know for certain that those plans fell through, we'll head over to Stringbot's house warming party. I'm feeling kind of terrified because I know we won't know anyone there. Not real confident in my social skills as of late - even with people I do know. Might have something to do with the fact that I don't have anything to talk about other than the tv shows I watch, the books I read, the train ride to work, the spreadsheets I spend my days studying. Train ride to work is maybe the most exciting.
Yeah. I think I need to quickly either a) start studying for the GMAT so that I can maybe go back to school. b) sign up for some guitar lessons with Rockin' Billy down the street. The latter would be less expensive in the long run. The thirties are turning out to be kind of boring. Lately, at least.