Hello, hello, is this thing on?

Between the apocalyptic temperature swings this past week, Kenzie coming to visit and fighting a cold, Iíve totally forgotten that this thing even exists. Itís ridiculous.

Not a whole lot is going on. It feels like Iím constantly adjusting from something or getting ready to do something, which makes just doing things in the intervening time just boring a lame. Then again, I *am* boring and lame, so itís not like thatís a big stretch or shock.

Well, maybe I am, maybe Iím not. Iím a bad judge of these things. Sometimes I still labor under the delusions that I could be cool, or hip, or whatever, and then I just have to shrug my shoulders and go ìHey, if it hasnít happened by nowÖî I guess Iíll be happy just being kind of snide and indifferent to most people and saving my affection for those that are not massive wastes of space.

Ahhhh, winter. Dark, bleary and self-indulgent. This time of year blows. Allie got sick on Wednesday, so I went and picked up from school early and had her at work with me, which was fun and thankfully brief. In that time Iím sure she managed to infect me, but I held it off through Kenzieís visit before succumbing to it Sunday, where I sat at work staring at a computer screen and trying to keep my sinuses from just falling out on the keyboard. It doesnít help that when the temperature changes about 60 degrees in two days. Thatís just not natural, people. If weíre going to have an apocalypse, why donít we get to have a cool one with zombies or some shit.

Speaking of, I watched the new ìDawn of the Deadî for the second time with Kenzie and my neighbor this weekend. Man, that movie is a blast. It has all those good, classic zombie movie elements: bad luck, bad plans, a guy whoís all ìthis is my spot, you guys go awayî and chainsaws. Mmmmmm, chainsaws.

So thankfully I think Iím over being sick, aside from feeling like being cored like an apple. I have stuff I have to do tomorrow, none of which is very thrilling or life altering, but I suppose it has to get done and that just makes it boring and oppressive. Ugh, I hate it.

I need to find a way to focus. Thatís all there is to it. I may be tired and worn out, but still, enough of this bullshit.

24 is fun, and I love terrorist family. I hope we have Terrorist Family all season. Those fuckers are crazy. Battlestar Gallactica is just enough dork for me to keep my street cred, so thatís nice too. And hopefully, itíll be Steelers/Eagles in the ëBowl, but itíll probably be Pats/Eagles. Nothing against the Pats, but Iím kinda sick of ëem at this point.

Oh, and proof that I like to have fun at my job, hereís an auction I had to put together with all the crap we had lying around the back room. Feel free to pass it along to the savings concious person in your life.

, I remain…