There are so many times in life when being able to lie better would have been so useful... Last night, SSG asked me what I was doing. Without thinking, I said "Nothing." So, blinded by the promise that Lindsay was coming over, I got roped into hanging out with Mike and her. "The four of us can watch a movie or something." We ended up doing nothing but going to Bennigan's, which is not bad, but if I'm going to have to endure SSG, I want more of a reward than Bennigan's. A reward like a movie. (I love movies. Yes, more than most people. I don't mean I love movies more than most people love movies, I mean I love movies more than I love most people. Cold? Sure. Whatever. All I know is that movies never puke on my shoes and if they are vapid, I can just turn them off. SSG doesn't come with an off swich and murder is kind of hard to get away with.) Ugh, adding insult to injury, SSG's been at the house all week doing laundry, and because of Eddie (the bat in our basement), she's afraid to go down there by herself. So, I've escorted her like three times. (Fuck! Why? Why do I keep doing the right thing? I'm not trying to sound pretentious here, I'm just pissed off at myself for not having the strength of conviction to just tell SSG to fuck off.) Yesterday wasn't as bad as all that. I just wish it had ended better, like with Lindsay staying the night or something. (In my mind, I'm still 17.)