The radio is talking to me. Bizarre. So, the real pressing things weren't so much answered tonight as they were effectively ignored. But in such a way that things are settled, I think. He asked me to come to Cali with him for Spring Break...not sure precisely how serious he was...but we outlined a glorious plan to take St. Patrick's Day to suburbia. It would be a damn fine way to spend my holiday, so long as I was well-fortified by my Irish drinks of choice. It's nearly five in the morning! Ah!!! I should be sleeping, or at least working on my homework that I was distracted from this evening. Not that I'm complaining. Tuesday. SAW. Me and Austin. He better love it.