This week zoomed right past me. My friend Stueve (the other Greg) called from Austin, to let me know how much fun he was having at SXSW, and to let me know he ran into Nick. I'm amazed he got the time off from the office (he's a family practice doctor in the middle of flu season), but I'm glad he made it down there. I really need to get down to Austin sometime. I'm sick with jealousy, just a little. I asked him to take pics, as Nick is sans camera. 

I made Tony clean the entire house, since he had no school today and also to make up for some disappointing behavior on Wednesday. He had to assemble the cd cases for my music project, too, all 200 of them. I caught Dominic drinking my carrot juice, so now he gets to do chores tomorrow. I snapped and poured the rest of it down the sink. I had already shared some of it with him, but I'd told him to ask me for any more of it, because it's one of the few things I buy for myself as a treat. I was furious that, even given a chance to ask directly for some, he went behind my back and stole it. I must have scared him, because he went straight to his room and wrote out an apology. He's still my bitch tomorrow. I will not accept any kind of fuckery regarding my carrot juice. 

Bills are paid, checkbook is balanced, and the boys are fed. The weekend can officially begin.