I’m still up. I just booked two 90-minute massages for me and childhood friend Sandy. She’s online working and IMing about her stress level, so I suggested we should have a spa evening sometime to catch up and relax. I’ve been needing a massage anyhow. She agreed, and I booked her a Swedish + deep tissue back + scalp, and me a straight Swedish for next Sunday. It’s gonna be her first professional massage! I may get her hooked the way Vicky got me hooked. I’ve never been to the OC Spa & Wellness Center in Huntington Beach, but the prices look good. I don’t think it’s one of those places with a happy ending like Mr. W likes to go to. I’m kidding. Sorta.

Maybe it’s the late hour, but I’m now paranoid that the 22nd would come and go and I’d forget. And they’re already prepaid. I hope I’m not napping at Mr. W’s or something come 5pm that Sunday and then later go, “Hey, I missed 8 calls from Sandy. I wonder what’s going on with her.” I’d better tell her now that if for some reason I don’t make it, she should still go.

She just IMed me, “you’re not gunna forget to go DUDE”
HAHAHAHA! Okay, I need some sleep. I’m getting punchy.