I played hooky today. Called in sick. Well, not exactly, since all I did was tell the receptionist not to expect me today. No one cares whether I show up or not.

Anyway, I went shopping and saw Tim Gunn! Filming something in front of the Banana store on lower Fifth. If there's an ad involving him carrying a box of ballots you heard it here first.

And I'm having donuts for dinner. Bad!

So you're not gadding away to give your love to the Seattleistas until the following weekend?

Right. I may go down to Santa Barbara that Saturday night, but AAA screwed up my hotel reservations, so I may not be able to.

And I'm having donuts for dinner. Bad!

bon!

see it's both an exclamation and a play on the preceding, though opposite, "Bad!" bon bad bad bon. Can I go home now? I'm jealous of bon's fraudulent sick day. Also my wife says our budget won't allow Batman tonight, largely because of the martini bar right next to the theater. It all feels very unFriday, that's what it is.

Sweetness, you go see Batman. I want to, but (a) our budget is indeed Teh Suck (but would take less of a hit with a single ticket), and (b) jury duty Tuesday, car shit yesterday, and doing the finding-a-legal-parking-space dance this morning have fucked my work week thoroughly. I don't think I can get out of here before nine tonight. I mean, I can, but I shouldn't, and if I do I'll only suffer all the more for it on Monday.

I hope that the clerk did it on purpose. That scenario makes me very happy.

Yeah, me too. I was laughing my ass off in my boss's office.

Will it work? I mean, what happens to the ticket?

Worked on her. She bought the second ticket. And even if it doesn't, you've driven someone mad who was apparently annoying you. That's a bargain for a dollar, if you end up buying it yourself. (And hey, she goes to a psychic - those coulda been some damn good numbers.)

Anyone ever heard of Joyce Myers? We had to dodge a whole lot of people going to hear her speak on our way downtown to the Latin Festival. I think she's a religious speaker. I didn't really pay attention, since I was focused on getting the best chicken chimichanga in the world.

bon!

Very clever. FTR Entenmann's frosted devil's food donuts are tres bon.

ETA: and bon is tres donut.

Kat, ew to SW3, which is not redeemed by Ewan adorableness.

Okay, cleaning my carpets myself? Am I INSANE??? Good god. On the other hand, I got almost all the nastiness out of the ever-growing stain in the living room (as of tonight's cleaning, Teh Stain was about as big as 2 dinner plates), and I think I can get the rest out tomorrow with one more shot.

I should have taken "before" pictures. But SA can attest to the patchwork staininess of my carpet.

Now I'm confined to my bedroom/kitchen/bathroom for a few hours while the carpet dries. I think I'm going to make some macaroni & cheese and watch some Firefly eps that I haven't seen yet, since I'm seeing the preview next week.

Because I know everyone wanted to be kept apprised of my evening.

Sweetness, you go see Batman.

Are you blind? Have you not seen the mental anguish wrought upon both ita and Teppy because they have no one with which to share their bat-gush?

I don't want to go alone. t /petulent

I want to drink cold gin and see a movie on a Friday night. Time to get like a grasshopper and ignore your inner ant.

And there's no fucking way you're working until 9pm. That's craxyass. It's FRIDAY. Does that mean nothing to you?