Rory was at the party I went to last night. I showed up before him though so it's OK. :) He pretty much ignored me and we were in two different rooms most of the time so I didn't worry about him suddenly remembering who I was and starting anything. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but his friends told me that this was the first time in five months that he had touched alcohol and the last time he did he tried to stab himself in the chest. In other words, he reverted back to his old behavior. I'm not sure why nobody had the sense to tell ME about it at the barbecue before I got in his car.
I'm supposed to be fixing the seat of Cabbage's pants, and I have no idea how. It's a pretty good-sized hole. Hmm.