I've never seen scars like yours

Last night was a busy one. I wasn't able to get in for a haircut within my allotted time, so hopefully I can get one on Friday. Must look sexy for the wedding. Got home and made some vegetarian Hamburger Helper. It was good, but not great. Marie got home after 6, so she ate and filled me in on her day while we cleaned up the apartment for Terry. He arrived around 7:15 and over the course of the evening, he revealed the following nuggets of wisdom:

"I wish people could clean themselves with their tongues, like cats."

"My first kiss was when I was five, she was four. I did it then and I'd do it again."

I brought up the point that animals that clean themselves with their tongues have to clean out their "waste-emptying orffices" as well, but he didn't think that would be a problem. Granted, there would be the benefit of self-imposed groin "grooming", but I don't think that's enough of a trade-off to have to stick my tongue up my butt.

Right.

Anyway, the cribbage was fast and furious and I now only face a two-game deficet. 16-14, if memory serves me.

Tonight will be more board games with LBEric and potentially a trip to the Y. I usually pick up LBEric right after work, so it's hard to find time to eat dinner. I'm sure I'll figure something out.

It's only a matter of weeks before our company policy gets changed in regards to internet usage during work. And yet, I can't pull myself away from web browsing for long. I consider it a non-smoking cigarette break.

I have a phone interview on Friday and I'm hoping for the best. It could positively impact The Year of Brian project in a major way.

I could really go for a new Henry Rollins spoken word disc/performance...

( And now, a word from our friendly neighbors to the North )