The Evening Report:

Ben came over and gave Megan a heavenly massage after making their yummy chip dip of seven layers of appetizing doom. All this while the entire apartment watched "No Reservations." Aka chick flick aka Megan hiding her face from all romantic seizures of the mouth flitting across the screen (kissing scenes).

Afterwards, Megan retired to her room to review and take an Econ Quiz, which she passed. *The dance of joy commences*

Her dance of joy was then interrupted by the spasmatic laughter coming from her roomies. She joined in on the conversation, whose subject matter shall remained forever locked in the vault-of-conversations-that-shall-
NEVER-be-mentioned-outside-of-that-particular-circle-of-roomies.
Any infringement of this rule will result in 40 lashes with a wet noodle. Giggles and laughing of such a magnitude that breathing no longer became optional ensued for the course of a minute.
Megan is acutely aware of her abs as they ache.

Megan is also aware that she is writing in third person. Be happy that she is just aware in general. Ignore her as she proceeds to literally bounce off the walls. *SPLAT!*