Digital TV is Lame.

Why did we buy a converter box, exactly? So I can watch pixel-ly, blocky, "searching for signal" television? Awesome.

Two hours of yard work today has me down for the count. Weeded, watered, trimmed, weedwacked, mowed, swept. If my entire lawn wasn't all clover, I would probably say it's the best on the block. From a distance, it's all green, though, so whatev. I'll settle for 4th best on the block.

My friend J. wrote to me that she had an "emotional hangover" and that's probably the most perfect phrase. I've felt like that on many occasions--when I feel I've acted like a jackass, like a flirt, like an exhibitionist, like the girls I usually cannot handle. But, this weekend was fun, and I like to dance.

My wisdom teeth come out tomorrow. One more thing I've worried about the past 6 years, crossed off the list. Praise the Lord and pass the nitrous oxide. I'll be hunkered down for the next few days, but you are certainly welcome to come over and watch Entourage and Lost with me. I'll be on the couch; you can have the chair. I plan on being a huge burden to B. She plans on it, too.

Overheard at the wedding dance last night:
"I totally have frizzy hair right now, but, like, it's blonde, so, like, you can't really tell."

Should I grill or grill for dinner tonight? I think I'll grill.