Chris, if I don't get out of the house, I'm gonna spike her Tab with Drain-O.

I think the best part of my day is right now, eating the rest of my cinnamon sugar cashews from Jazz Fest. Mildly miffed I could not get my shift covered at the cookie factory but then we were so slow that more senior employees could leave early. Eat. My. Ass. This is what happens when you have eight managers who can't step back and just look at the big picture. In any case, I did get to go Friday night with Alex and our dad. I consumed a chocolate-dipped fried twinkie and you know what? It was pretty damn tasty. I don't need to eat one AGAIN or anything, but it was yum.

Another highlight of today was watching a cardinal trying to kick his own ass in a car's passenger side view mirror. At least he wasn't at it for too long.

I have to finish the trivia for June for the theatre. Just not in the mood. An employee of the theatre told the guy who farms the work out to me that it gets snarkier every month. We both work on it and we both consider it a compliment. Is that wrong?

Other than that, work is work. Still not motivated enough to exercise. In fact I am consuming a beer with my cashews. I lack not only motivation but discipline as well, it would seem.

D had to go up to his work for a meeting, so as I cannot finish the first disc of Bullshit season 2 (so far this disc they've attacked PETA, love and toilet seats), I will have to settle for reading the rest of The Philosopher's Stone. I'm fairly sure you all realize I'm that big a dork that I'm re-reading the whole series before the big finale in July. Harry's learning Quidditch with Oliver Wood. I don't know why but McGonagall's line, "Professor, can I borrow Wood for a moment?" always cracks me up; it just sounds dirty.