After telephone calls at 4 a.m. to make sure Robbie wasn't actually dead, Katie and I were exhausted. Work ensued about 8 hours later, thanks to David for letting me sleep in.
Later, Patrick, Brandon, and I got together and watched movies. They proved to me that Run Lola Run is a very good film, and I proved to them that Blood: The Last Vampire wasn't. Don't blame me, guys, you're the ones who wanted to watch it.
Sunday was a day of rest, as it should be. Not for religious reasons, mind you, but because, well, I just damn well like sleeping in on Sundays after 18 years of forced church services at 7 in the morning.
Good weekend, all in all, except for death hoaxes. Now, back to the working week...