Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Just had an email from a member of my f'list who was worried that I haven't posted in a few days. I haven't deserted you all or kicked the bucket (unless, of course, ouiji boards have gotten a lot more technological since the last time I checked). I don't have any issues with anybody, I haven't eloped with JDM, I'm not on life support---just caffeine---and I'm at home, not St. Tropez.

I've just been really bored by my mundane existance and didn't feel like inflicting it on an audience. What did *you* do today, Fluffy? I went to WalMart. I watched TV. I had insomnia. We had rain. It's like a really hideous grade school primer: Dick and Jane Grow Up---and it sucks.

Today I have LeSnobbi training, for which I go in an hour early. If I had the day off, I'd be parked in front of the TV watching Robert Mitchum on AMC. No such luck. Tomorrow, though, I'll have a whole bunch of stuff DVR'ed to catch up on. If I had money, I'd be snagging Watchmen and watching that...and making screen caps.

Friday, The C's depart for...somewhere. I don't even remember where they're going this time, but they'll be gone for 8 days.

I'm still waiting for my refund for the Good Deed Gone Bad.