Crap.

Y'know, when I started this thing, I thought, "I'm going to be a dedicated poster! I'm going to keep everyone updated!" So innocent was I. Honestly, the only reason I'm posting now is because I'm on call for SART and HAVE to stay up until ONE AM, which for a working stiff like myself is akin to Chinese water torture. I was tired at 9pm and really ready for bed at 11:30pm, but after internet games, reading EW and going through some catalogs, I'm almost there. Just thought I'd kill the last few minutes by listing some of the things I've been doing instead of posting to tide everyone over until summer when maybe I'll be settled in enough to goof off. But, don't count on it.

Got the chance to be a model for a friend's book about girly knit things. It was a monster slumber party in a school in Kansas and I happened to pass through Lawrence on the way home so I got to see the newly engaged Miss Tyra and her puppy, ring, house, and boy, not necessarily in that order. Plus, I think I ate some bad string cheese on the exceptionally long drive home, but that event will never be referred to as an "incident" because that would be too ridiculous...and too dirty hippie.

I missed the Magic Smoking Monkey show. Yep. Call me "bitch". Out of town, house repairs, previous commitments, and a general feeling of poordom all contributed to me being the worst Monkey ever. I hang my head in shame as I'm sure it was hilarious and fun. Bad OAA.

I fell off a ladder. Well, actually, I fell off a ladder in the living room and cracked my spine/C5/hard head on an end table. Perhaps it was universal retribution for missing the play? We'll never know. But, if any "Reefer" cast member would like to smack my giant thigh bruise or karate chop the back of my neck as some sort of karmic payback, just let me know. (These are limited time offers. I'm not going to let Wassilak talk me into bruising myself just so he can even the score.)

I really am not a fan of Imo's pizza. Perhaps Henry is right and it's all based on meat being on the pie, but it honestly isn't all that good. The sauce is blah, the cheese is sticky, and the crust is flavorless. The only good thing about it is slathering it in their sugary dressing.

Mr. Henry continues to make exceptional strides in the home improvement arenas. I continue to fail and fall victim to gravity. I did paint the ceiling (which is a lot harder that is sounds) and one wall, but that's pretty weak considering that took me all of the holiday weekend.

I have a new black RAZR, or however they fake spell it, and I already miss my old phone. This one does too much for my techophobic self. And the font? It sucks. All this technology and we couldn't get a decent Helvetica or something in there? But it is pretty looking even the address book is confounding.

And the holiday. What a joke that is. I am not a Thanksgiving fan as it seems too prejudiced and forced. Native Americans are still beat-down indigenous people and instead of cooking a giant bird, perhaps we should just donate that money to the Adopt an Elder program or something. Honestly, we're all just going to get together in a month for exactly the same thing, why not save it? At least then there's presents to gawk at and coo over. Thanksgiving is the invention of turkey farmers and I'm a vegetarian, but, it's always nice to see the family, even if they're sleepy, arthritic, and game-playing resistant. And just think, last year we were freezing in Florida and blowing our dosh at the outlet mall (but WHAT an outlet mall!).

One o'clock and all's well.

Goodnight, gentle reader.