Here it is, Tuesday night. I was supposed to go over to Shane Ross's house for the weekly meeting of the minds, but since I got home at about 7:30 and was already late, not to mention completely worn out, I decided to pass on it this evening.

I'm not sure what it is, but I have been really tired this week. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I had to go to work on Sunday. I think just the idea of having a six day work week makes one tired. Monday was a busy day, as I was running all over the campus (well, driving actually), going back and forth from the auditorium where the orientation was being held to our offices in Westwood Village. By the end of the day, I was exhausted. But, a relaxing evening at home did not await me as my dear friends Shane and Erika were driving from San Luis Obispo to Vista for a much needed week's vacation. At any rate, since it is nearly impossible to drive from SLO to Vista without passing through the hellish megalopolis of Los Angeles, we decided to meet for dinner when they were passing through these parts. So, they called me when they were in Sherman Oaks and I went to meet them there. We had dinner at The Cheesecake Factory (that's twice in one week I've been there). It was quite good, but I ate too much and didn't have any room for dessert. Our waitress was fairly pushy about us enjoying a dessert, but we stood firm and managed to get out of there without sampling the cheesecake.

After we ate, they continued on their merry way and I returned to my dinky little apartment in the cruddy suburb of Montrose. This place is really starting to get to me, and I'm considering moving back to Pasadena. Of course, the looming prospect of unemployment prevents me from truly entertaining this idea just yet.

Anyway, I think that this weekend I will make the drive down to Vista again, since Shane and Erika will be there. Last year for Labor Day, Amanda Cunagin and I went up to see them up in SLO. I have actually not seen Amanda since, as she seems to have gotten wrapped up in too many other things to bother calling her friends. If I sound bitter, I'm not really...it'd just be nice to hear from her once in a blue moon.

So, this weekend will find me yet again roaming the stomping grounds of my youth...although I doubt I'll actually head over to Fallbrook for any reason. One thing's for certain is that I will, once again, partake of the joy that can only be found at Filiberto's.