Tuesday was Ottobar. Rob and Angel haven't broken up (whatever that means). Lori was out, hoping to see Vic, but he was elswhere. Shrouded in mystery. They played some Motown and Nick and I danced, terribly good time. Had two vodka and diets (adult size), which Nick was good enough to pay for. He was supposed to start moving some stuff over to Rob's yesterday. Hung out all last night with Carmin and Allen. Carmin made homemade pizza and she saved a non-mushroom piece for me (of course that added to the me having completely fucked up on my diet this week. Back to my bad old ways.). I fell asleep at the very end of Top Chef and woke up in the beginning of the 11 o'clock re-run. Have to check out The A.V. Club's write-up. Wish I could go to Starbucks like I used to on my lunch. I will be glad to see Nick later, The Wind-up is supposed to have better working heat now.