Every aspect of my weekend was unsurprising. That isn't to say that it wasn't good or fun or anything, just...I didn't encounter any surprises.

Last night I had to escape a friend's birthday dinner after (a) bringing a salad with no dressing ("that's interesting", said one clearly insulted guest), and (b) failing to be able to eat a single appetizer cleanly. It just wasn't my day for a dinner party, I suppose; the food was excellent and everyone was really nice, I just couldn't recover mentally from being the girl with spinach trailing from mouth, up wrist, to hand, still faithfully clutching the remains of the cracker that should have rightfully been holding most of the topping now sitting alertly on her right breast.