Estoy Nueces

It is Mark's birthday. I need to type or do something productive until he wakes up, but I am just killing time instead. I have my new desk all set up, though not quite organized, and I am excited to have it so nice and neat. The keyboard may end up being a little lower than I want, I don't know.

We are going to go eat Italian at a new, nice place in Driftwood for his birthday lunch. The pies are made (and he's already had some last night), so that gift is done.