The evening was okay. We hung out at Lindsay's while she packed all the stuff to go back to college. She leaves for Michigan on Friday, so this was probably the last I'll see of her until Thanksgiving. :(
We played Scrabble (yay!) and had a pillow fight.
I don't think I've ever had a pillow fight before. I wish I had. I think I was a pretty deprived child for obvious reasons.
Now I'm home and it's hot as hell down here. The basement is HUMID as fuck, but the parents won't turn on the air because it's fine upstairs.
Blah!
They are asleep anyway. Not like they would ever stay up to see me get in at night. Yeah, well.
It makes me independent.
And I covet independence.
...right?
