Still kickin' it.

Sometimes there are things that Leina doesn't get around to for quite some time. And then, as she procrastinates longer and longer, what could have been a minor task (like writing a blog update) becomes major, and she just keeps waiting. Until she just does it.

Charles finally met Alice last weekend. There was no huge scene with shrieks and "Leina, you're so cute!" remarks that she had been fearing. Charles is thinner and has longer hair because he works all the time. Leina doesn't get to see him so often.

Leina went to Burma Superstar with Alice and David and Serena and Erica and Tony the night before. It was good, and they barely had to wait in line. They got to sit at the big round table in the corner which was neat, because there were six of them, but also meant that they were far away from each other and it was a bit hard to carry a conversation including everyone.

The week before she was the candy/t-shirt/program seller at a tournament that Charles' team was playng in.

Leina saw some motorcyclist get hit by a car which then left the scene of the accident on Market last week while she leaving work with Mary and her old supervisor Carrie. She quickly remembered the license plate number and model of the car (it was one of those big white SUVs) until the police showed up. The cyclist was okay himself.

Leina has been offered the position at work full time, with benefits, with the condition that some day she may have to pass a Japanese fluency test.

Tony has been rooting around in Leina's basement and has unearthed half a dozen bottles of 30 year old Gallo white zinfandel or Portuguese cheap wine. They were subsequently dumped down the drain.

Leina went to bed at 7:30 on Saturday night because her allergies were acting up.