So, I know...no blogs for like a week, but I was home and seeing people...it just didn't seem nessecary. Yesterday was pretty standard. Went to all my classes, ate lunch with Rich, took a nap. At like five, Dan and I left for Rockford to see Breathing Machine practice and to procrastinate because it was monday. So, we got to Rockford with an hour to kill and went to megs. We hung out with Paul Redell, who was also killing time there (see, it's good to have one spot where everyone goes to kill time). We went to first free and watched the band. At meg's, paul locked his keys in his car, so during the time at first free, Paul's dad brought him some keys to unlock his car. Afterwards, we went to Old Chicago to get some food. After much laughing and eating of calzones (with a freakin' crock of ranch that our waiter brought us. That scored big points with us) we left old chicago went our separate ways. Then, while Dan and I were at my house, Paul called and said his bag was in my car...sure enough, it was. So we drove it back to him and drove back to DeKalb circa 1:30 in the a.m.