Ack

First non-vacation weekend off in probably six months.

What do I do?

Sleep until 5 PM.

What am I doing tonight?

Getting to bed early.

What am I doing tomorrow?

Cleaning something, because I always feel better after organizing or cleaning.

Get busy

Yesterday: learn my holiday schedule -- I'm off all major days except Boxing day, which is barely a holiday to begin with.

Last night: win trivia with a lot of people who are much, much smarter than me. Get ridiculously drunk on beer, and annoy the hell out of my brother and sister-in-law.

Today: wake up with a raging headache and sleep most of the day.

Tonight: trivia in the big room -- with McRory, the world's greatest one-man band.

Tomorrow: work, then see Sue Goyette. Sue friggin' Goyette. If not for her and Matt, I'd still be writing retarded stories about losers and sipping wine coolers.

Friday: work, I guess.

Saturday: nothing, I guess.

Sunday: Karla gets back home after three weeks of trotting around the globe.

I guess everything is tied up into a nice, little package.

Festivus

It's early November.

I can't remember being in the Christmas spirit so early.

I went Christmas shopping today.

Christmas shopping. Like I said, it's November, and I have crossed someone off of my Christmas list already.

I don't even have a list of stuff that I want yet, but I've got an astounding five Christmas gifts already.

It's got to be the change in the weather or the seasons. I'm thoroughly convinced that I'm succeptable to changes in the polarity of the seasons. Think of like a reverse SAD.

Maybe I just like fall, because it's still usually warm enough to wear t-shirts, but cool enough to require sweaters. I am such a sweater guy.

Yup. Everything is awesome right now.

I feel like I'm in an Old Navy commercial.

But seriously

I think the funniest thing of all is that I'm not even angry.

I made money and got more swag to add on to the pile.

Best night in a while, actually, and ridiculously affordable.

The only downside is that Matt isn't coming back... but we've heard that one before.

Well...

Maybe that came out sounding a little harsh.

In response, I present to you my dream bedroom.

And also remind everyone out that that if I'm on your team, you'll come no worse than second.

Raindrops of Lovely

Hey, dude?

Yeah, drunken guy who sorta knows my ex-roomate because you were once roomates with someone who was once someone else's roomate?

Fuck off.

Seriously, fuck. Off.

None of your answers were right, and we didn't need you to bring your douchebag friends over to my table. I say again -- my table.

It's pretty bad if I consider leaving halfway through because some assclowns ruin it for everyone else.