December 21st, 2006


You KNOW you can't bring that weak-ass stuff up in this humpy-bumpy!

Three times this week, someone has committed the first offense shown in this commercial against me. I think I need Mr. Tate at my office. Best. Super Bowl commercial. Ever.

The week's been okay, though. Dunkies is selling two pounds of coffee for $10, so I stocked up. There have been cookies at work all week. Tonight, there will be unagi and fried ice cream. Tomorrow, work and Kingston. Saturday, Pittsburgh. Then... THE WORLD!!!

Partial seizure on Tuesday. That sucked, especially since I was home alone. I got so pukey and out-of-it that I told Remy I was having "seasure nausia" over Gmail chat. He called and talked me down afterward, so to speak, but I don't remember much of it. At least it wasn't a full-blown one, and I felt better in the morning.