no doubt about it, the cartel had him whacked.

I took the day off work. So please explain to me why I woke up at 7:20am and starting cleaning? I drank half a bottle of asti spumante last night just so I could sleep in, and I'm sorely disappointed. (But not hungover.) I've washed some dishes, picked up a lot of wrapping paper and trash, and watered my plant. So I think I'll watch the Sopranos on demand. They only start with Season Three though. Hmm. Well, Season Three is a pretty good one. I was just thinking this week I should break down and start acquiring all the seasons on DVD. I love this show.

all I want is a hot meal

So I decided I really wanted a hot meal, and went out to try to get one. I tried five restaraunts, a grocery store, and a Starbucks. Over the course of 45 minutes I could not find a single parking space. I was menaced by luxury SUVs, clueless pedestrians and one irate white minivan. After all this, I realized it was 50 degrees outside, raining, and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to sit down anywhere and eat. I suppose I could try later, but I somehow doubt it is going to improved. It will just be colder, and wetter. So I turned around and drove home, where the Saturday post has yet to arrive despite my hopes. Maybe I can find a Chinese menu around here somewhere, though I really wanted to sit in a restaraunt and let someone else do the dishes.

comfort calling late

It hasn't stopped raining for hours, and I don't expect it will any time soon. My Christmas tree is green and blue. I'm going to take a bath and read.

An hour long bath makes me a much warmer person. I wonder if my neighbors are killing each other from the racket they are making.

Someone overfilled the ice tray and now it's a solid block I can't break. Damn it!