Chez Toast or Toast Haus
So I attended new student orientation at school this past weekend. I registered for my classes. I'm taking a post-reconstruction US history class and a US government class. It was more expensive than I estimated - not to mention books (What a rip-off!). I wasn't the oldest person there, but I was FAR from the youngest.

My front door handle is broken. I can't go in or out. And I can't get the door open so I don't know how to replace the knob without opening the door. I wish I was handy.

The splash guard under my car fell off last week. Sure wish I was handy. My other car (the 85 Maxima wagon) is running like crap again... wish I was handy.

There is an Italian place in Fayetteville that I used to go to called Baci's. It closed a few years ago but has reopened. I went back this weekend with Little and Mark and Amy. Food was great! Then we went to Starbucks and played some Settlers of Catan. Good times.

I've decided that I want to move. More on that later...