Killing Time

My Main Arab Man is supposed to get back to me so I can know when we're going bowling tonight. Its only $1 a game, and I haven't bowled with Waleed in ages.

In continuance of my Jedi robe progress, I now have permission to go over to Sarah at work's house to use her mom's sewing machine. I don't know why, but I had it in my head that I wouldn't have to actually buy a material pattern. Silly me. Oh, well, its only a few bucks more. Way cheaper than the $200-300 my roomie probably paid buying his online. Wal-Mart might even have official Star Wars patterns.

It would make me really sad to show up with my roomie in his badass robe and me in my "Kiss Me I'm a Pirate" t-shirt.


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