I flirt entirely too much for my own good. Oh, well. There should never be a limit on friends. Scott seems like he's a neat bloke.
Timothy ate lunch with me today. Well, I ate, he watched. We talked of Lord of the Rings [the books and movies]. He knows a small amount of Elvish. Neeeat. Then, he walked me to work and sat there until I left two hours later. He stayed after I left.
Italian class. Blahh.
I'll write about today's doctor appointment and tomorrow's adventure to Bridgeport sometime tomorrow. Whee.