Well that was nice. Q and I had dinner at Sammy's Woodfired Pizza
and then had coffee and browsed around Barnes & Noble
for a while. He was tired, so he just dropped me off.
And don't you hate it when someone's tired or something like that but it feels like they're upset or mad at you or thinking about something important but they won't tell you what it is and then you pester them until they actually do
get mad at you but not at anything they were mad about before but the fact that you kept pestering them about being mad when they weren't really mad until they actually get mad at the pestering part? Man, I hate that! :D