Last Update

So in the past hour, not much happened. Bridget came over and talked about baseball with Kristen. I nodded politely. I read some more, kind of. I ate more Sweet Tarts. I went onto Mini's website and made my dream Mini Cooper (convertible, British Racing Green, standard, Union Jack mirror covers, heated seats, iPod adapter) so when Johnny Damon chases me down I can stop suddenly and he'll be hog tied in my backseat before his biceps can even flex and make me swoon. More to come when I can form a coherent thought instead of an Eliot-like ramble to amuse myself until I can kill myself with carbs.
Is it still Valentine's Day? I'd forgotten, but the DJ on the radio won't shut up about it. Shut up, shut up. Put on more G. Love, disc monkey.