I swear the miracle of the loaves and fishes has nothing on my dining room table. I've been taking things off it for three weeks, yet it's still covered with stuff.

Our dining table was completely cleaned off after our NYD party thanks to help from the fabulous vw, but now it is completely covered in newspapers, notebooks, pens, etc.

Daniel is my hero. He just replaced a battery in my car. It was -9F (-23C) when he started. It was -11F (-24C) when he finished. While he was working on that, I had chicken and potatoes in the oven for him. He is now ensconced on the sofa with blankets and Harvey and a mug of hot chocolate.

huh. one of my girlfriend's is preggo.

I dunno quite how to explain how weird this is -- she's not married and living with her bf, and she and I have been "the single friends" for...ever.

And now, I had a NYE party with my bf and my maybe-stepson and Jen is pregnant.

It's...over. I'm really a grown-up? We all are? All married or with some kind of committment. I dunno what's over, but it is.

This is not bad, but it is...weird.

Huh.

It's a weird day indeed when you realize that your glory days of snorting cocaine off of hookers' asses are behind you.

Speak for yourselves.

SHE WASN'T A HOOKER I SWEAR!

And yet...I miss it. *sob*

"You're a HOOKER?" - Arthur, the last cinematic funny drunk.

Don't forget I'm getting married this week. Truly it is the end times.

Except for the part where I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

When I get married, that will be the sign of end of times. But yes, we are all grown up. Next step, growing old.

Daniel certainly is a hero. I'm cold just reading about it!

First day of load in went great. My crew exceeded expectations. I hope they can keep the pace up. If so, Friday will be a light day.

I managed to remember that with my new uverse, I can last minute record something. I'm half way into the Eagles game. I'm wishing I hadn't record it.

Shir, please don't lose your soul thru unpleasant bodily functions. It's far more fun to sell it at the crossroads. I hope you feel better soon!!

The true end of times would be if I were in a relationship longer than six months, y'all...So far, has not yet happened. (Well, technically, once it did, but it was long distance and doesn't really count since I didn't see her, and since I was planning to break up with her long before then. Once, we broke up about two weeks after the six month mark. And once, we broke up shortly before, and got back together a month later, but...)

Anyway.

I am failing to be productive. And my tummy is unhappy, and I can't tell what it wants. Am I hungry? Ill? WTF? This cold is messing with my body and brain!!