sitting at work, nursing a bottle of orange juice. nursing a monster headache. nursing some bloodshot eyes after sleeping only about three hours last night. i feel like the walking fucking dead. a regular zombie, you might say. never fear…i have yet to develop a taste for brains.

today is my last day of work for the week. i'm off on fridays and saturdays, so that should help get me back on some sort of sleep track. i'll be able to sleep late and all that hooey tomorrow. wouldn't that be nice?

i just got done giving brad directions to the zone. he's gonna happily wander in there to do his weekly comic buying at a 10% discount. i even recommended that he go to the cafe and order the "bh-1", my very own named special. how big of a geek am i? come on, people…give me the geek love.

did i mention that those tame.net girls update even less than we do? well consider it mentioned.

it looks like ben has finally gotten the kilowatthours website stuff straightened out. it's about time. i was tired of hearing him bitch and complain about it being down. he was starting to sound like me.

gesture? oh, molly…i'm so curious…

ironically enough, i'm thinking about chinese for lunch today. ha ha. i kill me. maybe my fortune will say something really upbeat like "you will get run over by a truck." and then on the back it'll say "twice."

$.99 for a 10 oz. bottle of orange juice from concentrate. what kind of soulless rip-off is that? and they charged me tax! orange juice! does the punishment never end?