Just when I can't think the world can't get any worse...

Rumor has it the New Kids On The Block are reuniting...

I hate the world so very much. Bad world, bad.

I feel like Lex Luthor...

Sign #360,275 that my subconscious is way more clever than I'll ever be:

I had a dream last night that I ran into an ex boyfriend of a friend of mine at a mall, hanging out with said friend. I hadn't seen the ex in awhile, and my first line wasn't along the lines of "great to see you" or "how have you been?". No, it was "Don't you owe me a phone call sometime from the late nineties?"

I can be clever in my sleep. Not so much in the daytime.

Actor Heath Ledger found dead in apartment.

That just sucks.

Go. Make drum programming.

It's something to do with your time.

Good lord, I hate being sick... I'm still sick enough that I am actually not working tomorrow. I hate to use my PTO days on anything other than vacation, but I literally cannot focus still, the sinus cold being horrific. Hopefully another 12 hours or so of sleep will help. We'll see.

This serves as your free warning. Chris "Willis" Wiig will be visiting out to the San Jose area some time in the next few months. You will, for a short time, be able to meet another flagstone in the history of my life. This is not a test. Please fasten your seatbelts. If you don't have seatbelts, well, grab on to the person nearest you and hope they like you enough to strap you into theirs.

Party: off-line.

1:15 and our party's basically dead already. My head is lightly swimmy, but nothing severe. We only have one female left in the building. ... Not our finest hour.

It's with jello shots that Sean made.,

Welcome to '08. Let it be better than '07 was...

(Yes, I'm drunk. No, it's none of your business.)