no, my foot throbs faintly not because my socks aren't pulled up right but because it can. what's this freedom of choice shiz?! :P stupid body and its rebel phases blah.

lunch in a semi-dark steakhouse (and i ordered fish!) with fun gals and one pretty cute waiter. decent food as well. not a bad lunch hour. just, uh, forty bucks gone instantly for an hour of digestive pleasure. oh well. i guess i'm really truly not getting any new books/albums/dvds/server space any time soon. hah. :)P