YAY for awesome weddings, Jesse.

Night.

Is it too early to go to bed?

If I got up at 7 to drive back to Houston?

And then went directly to a three-hour rehearsal?

And there's nothing on TV except 9-11 anniversary stuff?

I vote no, Dana, even if I am still up. I have stuff on my DVR to get through!

That poor fish. The story's sad, and hysterically fun, and all the while, there's not enough, "Ew," in the world.

You'd think I'd have learned not to click on her links, but no, I go ahead and turn

This nearly caused Pepsi on my monitor.

I don't think I could've survived that restaurant. I'm proud to know people who could, though. I think.

I'm going to see if I can get my dvd player to work and watch Constant Gardener extras. But I'm thinking it won't, because it sure didn't yesterday. Stupid dvd player. It was cheap about 3 years ago, but sheesh. I hardly used it. Of course, that may be part of the problem. Cathair may have eaten it.

My parents have been married 38 years this past week. Someone asked her what a secret to a happy marriage that long was. She couldn't say, but they describe the date as in the year of assassinations, 1 month after Hiroshima, 3 months before Pearl Harbor and they both find this terribly funny. That's gotta be an element of it.

No chocolate cupcakes today. Banana bread is baking.

Watching the Open final on tape delay. Unfortunately, in checking to see if it had run over, I couldn't help but notice it went at least four sets. It adds a weirdness to the tension.

I am traumatized.

Why? Why did I click on the link?

What part of Rapping Christian Pirates did I not understand?

Why is this worse than that music video of the crew from Muppet Treasure Island singing "Frigging in the Riggin?'"

I feel like I just did the psychological equivalent of asking ita to fight. Why did I do it?

I am unworthy of even being called newbie. Why?

It also started late. I thought the broadcast was starting at 3 Central and instead there was football coverage for at least 30 minutes.

So I've been, kind of, distracted at work recently. I made a stupid mistake on Friday, and cleaning up the mess tomorrow is going to be a hassle. And even little things in my life have been problematic. I have bruises on my body because I've been walking into things without any reason.

I keep thinking to myself, what is going on?

It's amazing how I've managed to disassociate my problems with what date it is.

My boss is out sick with migraines. Another cow-orker is away on vacation. I can't take off tomorrow. I have to be at work at 7:00am.

I truly am sorry if my post bums anyone out, but I work across the street from the WTC.

Skimming that I thought it said Rapping CHICKEN pirates. Which would be funny too.

I'm not watching the Christian pirates, just imagining them. In my imagination, they're really funny.