I haven't yet smoked the Container Store crack, though I've maybe hotboxed. Which I'm pretty sure you can't do with crack, but fuck that, I'm hungry and can't think straight.

The Jamaican place on 14th (& Broadway) is erratic in its hours (so is the one in Pasadena) and their curry goat is disappointing. I need somewhere better.

You know, I thought I didn't care about the Bengals-Steelers playoff game, but -- WTF is WRONG with the Bengals?!? It's called DEFENSE, motherfuckers!!!!!

Ahem.

Hee. I know, Steph, I know.

Christ on a CRUTCH! A fucking Steelers interception with 4 minutes to go and Pittsburgh up by 24!

This sucks donkey butt.

DH has his money on Pgh in the office pool. Woo Hoo! $10 riding on this. (I passed on the pool because I didn't care)

"Wow! She's so much smarter than you are."

Piffle. Such a different (and clearly complimentary) skillset that you can't be compared that way.

Well, he got his $10.

Crap.

Dude, I got bit by a cleaning bug. It's a wee bit early for spring cleaning, but I went on a tear today. I am not sure the last time things were this clean: vaccumed, dusted, scrubbed floors, did laundry, put away storage, cleaned out a closet, bagged up some stuff to get rid of, and just put away tons of stuff laying about. YAY clean house.

Sorry, from what I overheard from the sports people in my life the Bengals had a very nice season.

I could stand to scrub floors. But I've vacuumed, done laundry, scrubbed the bathroom, and finally had myself a hot meal today.

And learnt that my smoke alarm isn't worth shit, because there were plumes of smoke, enough to make my eyes and throat sting from the bacon I burnt. Not a peep out of the detector, though.

Sorry, from what I overheard from the sports people in my life the Bengals had a very nice season.

They did -- AND it's been so long since the Bengals have done well that we just needed to see it keep going.