Day 31- Well, it’s our one-month anniversary, and Dave remembered to wear the sweatpants. He’s sitting at his computer wearing them now. I guess you need to get into your most comfortable clothes for long stretches of gamin’, and I don’t mean intramural football (That’s right baby: when I say PROLAPSED you say RECTUM). The Dave was conspicuously absent from our glorious win on the gridiron tonight, I noticed. Not really sure where he was. I guess I’ll ask him tomorrow. You’ll know the story then. Oh, and I saw CD with his old girlfriend, back in our room, looking at the computer, just like old times. I think that if Dave had some Smirnoff Ices, he might’ve been able to work his game and rekindle the flame.