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Weekend was good. Really good. Cider Day with Farbs, then shopping with Farbs and Dann and Dylan, getting pants. They even fit. At H&M I got nice gray trousers for work and a caramel-colored corduroy skirt that's really cute, and at Old Navy (I really hate it that I like their clothes) I got a pair of gray khaki-type pants that fit pretty well. We were shopping right before closing time, so I didn't have much time to shop there, but I did discover something interesting. It's generally difficult for me to find pants at Old Navy because there's a two-inch difference between their sizes 10 and 12, thus making me a definite 11. I discovered this a few years ago. Well, Farbs and I were trying on pants with Dylan, who was trying on men's corduroy painter's pants in various sizes. Out of curiosity, I snagged a few pairs of the pants he was trying on (gotta love the coed dressing room), and found that the 32-32s are *perfect* on me. Like, actually really perfect. Long enough in the leg, and not too tight or too baggy in the crotch, and not huge in the waist or gaping open in the back. I only had them on for like 15 seconds because we were all rushed (and Dylan actually *bought* said pants, so I had to give them back, plus I didn't want them in green), but it looked like they were the dream pants I've been searching for.

Since we were checking out right at closing time, when I bought the gray pants the cashier forgot to remove the big plastic hang tag that you can't remove at home, so I have to go back to Old Navy anyway to get it removed. Now, though, I think the plan is to go back there, try on men's 32-32s in various styles and colors, and depending on how much I like them or how many pairs I want, I may just exchange the gray pants for one or more pairs of the man pants. ~~Or I could just steal Dylan's new pants.~~ No, that would be mean.

Rest of the weekend was also good. Games night at Amy's on Friday night, work at Otis all day Sunday. I had to open since I was the only one scheduled who had keys, so I felt all responsible. Sunday night we had a roommate bonding moment over the weekly crossword puzzle, which we can just about finish when all of us work together. Then Jorn and I ordered Papa John's pizza and had a wistful flashback to by-gone days when we lived in Greensboro and ate Papa John's pizza every Wednesday while watching Star Trek: Enterprise. Those were really good times. It's funny, I never thought I'd look back to Greensboro as a place where I was really happy, since I was always stressed when I lived there and always thinking back to SU as the place where I'd *really* been happy. But Greensboro was good for me. I was writing all the time, or at least pretty often, and I had things to write about, and I had Jorn and we spent lots of time together and went grocery shopping together and went to bed at the same time every night. Things are so different now. Anyway, we ordered pizza not just to feel wistful but to celebrate opening up Angel season 4. We watched the first two eps. I'm so happy to be watching again and having it to look forward to. I'm trying really really hard not to read ahead in the booklet because I am surprisingly unspoiled for season 4, but I did read the back of the box, which told me that Cordelia is going to come back without her memory!, and I'm all worried because I know the rest of this season is probably going to be horrifically angsty. Though if there's a cliffhanger ending like there was for season 3 I'm probably going to go to Joss's house and cry on his doorstep, because I just don't know if I can take that again. Season 5's not out til February.

Mondays really are the worst. I'm always most depressed on Mondays.