Dicky sprawls wrong side up sunk deep into his beanbag chair.

-ungh- huuuuuungry...

Most of the girls are out of town for the week. English major Sarah is the only one around, and she's still feeling pretty woozy from the last time she came over.

Dicky's phone lays right on top of his face. Does anyone know how hard it is to call Frisco fashion boutiques on a nocturnal schedule?

Need to get a hold of Twist. She's probably the person best suited to dealing with this costume crap.

Oh, my Christ, HUNGRY.