went to wv for a coupla days, and it was nice. seeing the friggin superbowl wasn't so nice, but we put up a good fight. and I'm sure that some dirty fan fiction will turn up involving jake delhomme giving tom brady his comeuppance. I mean, can't you see it? some macho guy in a sports bar somewhere, eating hot wings, just itching for the game to be sewn up so he can see which q.b. should take the dominant and submissive (or offensive and defensive, if you will) roles in some juicy gay porn lit for the messageboards? hey, I don't write it. I just read it.

michelle said something the other day about a woman being "dressed to the teeth." can someone be dressed to the teeth? I know that one can be armed to the teeth, but I thought you had to be dressed to the nines. furthermore, what the hell are the nines?

I've been sort of down lately. just in general. dunno why. but I've decided to do one thing every day to better my situation, even if it's something dumb. like my piles of laundry, which are currently being washed. as a comfort plan it doesn't beat chocolate, but it also has fewer side effects. because ice cream makes your waist big. on the sides. but on the front too. jeez, I get dumber every day.

I had initially planned to integrate finishing all my applications by the end of the week into this plan, but my bank card has been cancelled due to fraudulent transactions, and I won't get the new one for a bit. hmm...I've only ever used it at secure sites, but somehow a net merchant calling itself "interbill" tampered around with it. I must be more vigilant.

oh, regarding my earlier "piano man" post. I really misunderstood that song as a kid; I forgot to mention my misheard lyric. to me, the line "the piano sounds like a carnival" sounded like "the piano sounds like a commodore," making me think that the instrument was emitting boops and beeps like those of a commodore 64. hey, I grew up in the 80s. it was in context.