question for the masses: in "shout," exactly what are the things that tears for fears can do without?

dumb things I get excited about at work: after working at o.d. for almost a year, tonight I finally got to send something to a branch of kaiser permanente. I wish it had been a credenza. but I bet all their offices already have credenzas.

okay, so I'd tried to put off posting this until I took pictures, but a couple weeks ago I bought a second car. her name's ophelia. she's a silver 2000 miata. in theory I wanted a smaller car to save gas, but who am I kidding. driving that car is more fun than at least 80% of the sex I've ever had.

if memory serves.

every night this week I've actually gotten 8 hours of sleep, so time to go and keep up the good schluff. unless the men come to fix the holes. yep, still got the holes.

ah, weekend! how do I love thee? well, there was a fabulous party at sarah rosenblatt's new digs this evening--I wasn't sure about going, but ended up being glad that I did. I'm glad that I'm not as heavy a drinker as I used to be. it makes heavy drinking so much more enjoyable when I do endulge in it.

so I bought the first season of northern exposure on dvd today. wow, best show ever (almost; it's up there--no buffy, but you know, what is). watching it makes me really want to go to alaska. right now. I know that it was filmed in washington state and that the real alaska is probably nothing like the idealized tv version, but whatthehell. I'm going. not sure when, but it will happen.

my apartment has big holes in the ceiling. all these workmen came in and cut them out. something to do with the plumbing. I dunno. they're supposed to repair them soon, but for now it's all about the holes. the other night I was concerned about the dilapidated state of 4109 and spent the night at the high point radisson. what a fantastic night's (day's) sleep that was! note to self: get window shades and fluff pillows more throroughly.

note to all blog readers: find me a date. I'm headed straight for dirty-old-man-dom, and fast. the only answer is to put a stop to all this single/celibate nonsense.

speaking of putting a stop to things, this whole drunken stupor thing is getting tiresome. off to bed.