You could yell "hookers and blow" and then see what kind of conversation ensues.

At the Y? Sadly, I'm thinking the conversation would involve where to turn over my membership card. Although I'm sure the rampaging hordes of 8 year olds would find it interesting and educational.

I bet the dump attendants would have been intrigued, though. Until they realized that the bin I was dumping my chair into wasn't a crime scene of some sort.

RIC log complete. I'm going home. I'm done with this.

BLOWERS AND HOOKS!

Hmm, just doesn't have the same ring to it.

My onerous tasks for the evening will be emptying the dishwasher, putting away clothes, and figuring out my OTs for the weekend.

Doing other slightly less onerous tasks in avoiding the onerous task I'm supposed to do is, like, one of my favorite aspects of onerous task day.

So today, I have done a ton of laptop research, and I just finished clearing off the dining room table, and throwing the tablecloth in the wash. Budget not done yet, and I still have the big attic putting away stuff, but the latter will have to wait until the SO gets done with his hockey game. He's been blazing away today, though, so he totally deserves a little down time.

I have to clean the glass from my kitchen floor. I think I'm oneroused out.

I found a notary (at my bank, who was very chatty), got groceries, and mailed the pile of papers that had been waiting to be notarized. I also spent too much at Chicago Comics.

Maybe I'll clean the litter box and do dishes before Fringe.

There was a huge tree uprooted on 39th on the way home. And good thing my trash cans are tied up; as it is, they're knocked over and the lids off.

Good swim tonight. 68 laps in 64 minutes, which is almost a best. With cooldown, 2.1 miles. Friday nights aren't so crowded lately, which is lovely. Spring I session starts next week so we'll see if it lasts.

Jesse, I'm sorry I missed the first mention of your travail.

I am probably the closest DCista to National Airport. If you need a place to rest and like dogs, you are more than welcome. I have a nice futon and am two blocks from the blue/orange line. Drop me an email and I'll forward my phone number.

And good thing my trash cans are tied up; as it is, they're knocked over and the lids off.

o-m-g. I've been so focused on Bartleby's health this week, that I did not hear any warnings about Windmaggedon. When we woke up from a nap this evening, I looked out and my wheelie bins were both in the middle of the street (a very busy intersection), having been tossed roughly 20 feet.

CRAZY.

Fuck. Lost power at work again. I have to go get my laptop and salvage things. GIVE ME A UPS DAMNIT.