I went to Will and Maggie's party Saturday night. It was a lot of fun, even though there were a bunch of people there no one seemed to know. It's OK, though, Maggie didn't bust out with the orange juice until after they left. Afterwards about four of us went to the UT cast part at 54th and Harper. The party was kind of eh, but the apartment was gorgeous. It had a two story foyer, wall-to-wall carpeting, and lots of space. The party had a live band, which was cool, but they were pretty bad and made up for that by being as loud as they possibly could. You had to retreat into a corner to talk to anyone. Maggie and I continued our trend by staying for about ten minutes, long enough to make one circuit of the party. Why do we always do that? Are we that antisocial?

I am about to go over to CAPS to type my application for the State Department. On an actual typewriter. I predict that it will take me three hours to type four pages.

Joe Millionaire is on tonight!