Oh yeah... I know this is kinda random, but I kinda want to say it before I forget... I was talking to Roger as he drove me home from Mom's birthday dinner on Saturday night (yay for stuffing yourself on linguini, calamari, shrimp, mussels, and... something else that I can't remember the name of), and he is strongly of the opinion that I should get my driver's license. Not that I thought he thought I shouldn't, but since he's the head of the household that didn't want me to get my permit until I turned 18, I wasn't really expecting him to be more than apathetic about it. (Then again, it may have been primarily my mom who didn't want me getting my permit until I was 18.)
Anyways, an ep. of Nodame Cantabile, then bed.
Anyways, an ep. of Nodame Cantabile, then bed.