... but maybe someone else can help me, too.

In high school, I had a friend to whom I was quite mean.

We were friends for a long while, in a few classes together, spent time after school. She wasn't in my main circle of friends, but she was still a friend, one of the few people who were.

One day, I decided (and no, I have absolutely no idea why I decided this, how I decided this, or what I was thinking at the time) that I didn't want to be her friend any more. There was no gradual loss of interest. There was no particular incident that I recall that triggered this decision. I just decided I was done.

And that was it.

I didn't say much to her after that. I didn't avoid her, but I stopped approaching her to talk, stopped the usual friendship offerings of give and take, stopped talking with her. She was quite understandably confused. One day, I'm her friend. The next day, I'm not. I, and just about anyone else on the planet, would have been just as confused.

I wish I could explain why I made that decision, but I can't. It was the right decision at the time. I just don't know why, it just was.

Thankfully, I haven't been mean to anyone like that since. Now days, I wish I hadn't been so mean then. There are a lot of things I wish I had done differently in high school, that's just one of those many things. Megan and I talked about another incident from high school that I regretted. She laughed with me at the stupidity of that moment, and let me know that, you know, we like to think of ourselves as mature at that age, but we're really still just kids, and we don't always know right from wrong, or are able to do what's right.

Megan is a lot more forgiving of me that I am of me. I should take lessons from Megan.

So, back to this high school friend I was mean to.

She contacted me the modern way: via Facebook. I could have said myspace there, but hey, no myspace. Which is sad, my brother is on myspace, and it would be nice to be in his "social network."

So, this high school friend I was mean to.

Help me out here, Paul. Do I respond to her facebook post?

It's been a really long time since I've pulled an all-nighter. I really hope I don't regret this tomorrow. Kris rightly pointed out that I can nap tomorrow, if I need to, though I'll probably miss yoga if I do.

One of my new years resolutions has been to make sure I keep commitments I've made This particular commitment was completed at 3:35 AM, and I am tired.

Might be too tired to sleep.

When i was over at Andy's house on New Year's Day, I made a souffle. I used a lot of

a good amount of bittersweet

though with enough

that the bittersweet part didn't matter much.

It turned out well:

The only difficulty I had with cooking at Andy's (aside from the fact I wasn't cooking in my own kitchen, where I know where everything is and can find all the ingredients easily) was the only spatula Andy had in his cooking tools drawer was a 2" x 1" tiny, tiny spatula.

Do you know how hard it is to fold in 8 beaten egg whites into a heated chocolate mixture using a 2" x 1" spatula?

Let's just say I'm good, okay?

So, the next time I was over at his place cooking, I brought along a couple new spatulas. not the large assortment of my spatulas, but two medium sized spatulas that would make my life easier when i was over at his place cooking. Oh, and a set of measuring spoons that I later found out he didn't need, as he had a full set. I just couldn't find them.

After the disaster of a gag gift, I didn't think he noticed the extra spatulas.

I was wrong. He noticed. Of course he noticed. Who wouldn't notice?

Besides Kris, I mean.

A week or so ago, he made some reference to the gift escalation that was happening. No, no, no, I explained, those spatulas were a Homer gift, a selfish gift. I needed them when I was cooking at his place, they were for me, though he could certainly use them, too. My thoughts were something like, 'Crap. We can't afford a gift war...'

"Oh, well, then I can give a selfish gift, too."

Yesterday, we walked in and, as I went to hang up my coat, yelped. Andy's selfish gift was hanging on the door.

Complete with treble clefs.

"I never know where to put my coat when I come over," Andy let me know. He has a coat rack next to his door, so we always know where to hang our coats at his house.

And now we know where to hang our coats at our house, too.

"You didn't tell me you were downloading World of Warcraft."

"I told you I was downloading the demo of a game I wanted to play."

"Yes, but you left out the part about how you were downloading the most addictive game produced in the last three years."

"I might have left that part out."

"And the part about how you play in guilds, coordinating raids, and you have to commit to 20 to 30 hours a week for your guild? Like, that's a part-time job?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I left that part out."

If cookie dough is always this fabulous, I needs me some cookie dough. Stat!