21, redux:

I ended up going down to Moe's (a late night pizza place in Atlanta) with my sister last night. She bought me an Amstel Light. And I had to ask the guy (it's the one with the spiky hair, Dave I think? Does anyone know him?) to card me. Goddamn it. And I smoked a cigarette. It somehow seemed right. Moe's is entirely non-smoking now even though it feels like a bar, which is kind of dumb, but it really is too small inside for a proper non-smoking section.

It was good to get a chance to talk to Jenny. She's doing pretty well, but her roommate is moving out soon (she's going to join a convent) and she wants to be able to afford to live alone. So she's working on refinancing and getting more hours at work and all that so she can afford it. She's in a fair amount of debt which isn't really helping.