I’ve got that headache.
Cancel that. I’m not going to bitch.
Dayle was sitting in my lap here until he heard the roomie come back from doing laundry. The cats love my roomie. He feeds them when they complain…
I was thinking, if I were creative and talented and knew flash and so on and so forth, I could make one of those things like Lobster Magnet or Weeeeeeeeeeee or shakespeare for the leet… But I’m none of the above, and my head hurts.
There’s a storytellers on tonight, on MuchMoreMusic (the canadian equivalent of VH-1) with Phil Collins. Maybe I’ll remember that I want to watch it. This place is too quiet right now.