Got talked into a flu shot today. I know it's a good idea, but I usually feel like shit for a couple of days after I get one. Yes, I know, roughly 9,000 people have told me it's simply impossible for me to be sickened by a dead strain of the flu. Person 9,001 gets a gets a screwdriver in the tender bits.
As I sat in the waiting room at the doctor's office today, I realized that I still had the traces of a face drawn on my hand. On the bright side, Molly's grade school-age kids think I'm one of them.
I'm planning on another long bath tonight. What are the chances that Thirteen has learned his lesson since going into the water on Wednesday? Rest assured that I will report back if he has not, probably with more pictures.
Hallowe'en was super lame again this year. I am hereby promising myself that I will actually make some effort next time.
Too much History Channel. I was too lazy to change the channel when they showed a program about the history of saws. Twice. I'm watching a show about kung fu right now and I honestly don't give a fuck. Oh, look, a program about sea monsters. Time to go see if there's any gratuitous nudity on Showtime.
General Hospital notes: A big "What the fuck were you thinking?" to Lucky for breaking up what could have been a magnificent bitch fight between Sam and Liz at the Black and White Ball. Two hot chicks in formal dresses are about to rip each other's clothing to shreds out on the veranda and you put a stop to it? I maintain that Lucky is a closeted homosexual; there can't really be any other explanation for his actions.
Dear fans of Reverend Horton Heat: Seriously, get over yourselves. The next one of you who feels the need to "educate" me when I speak the name "Brian Setzer" gets a crotchful of that screwdriver I used on the flu naysayer.
Katy Barzedor busted a nut up in this bitch at 10:25 PM