Sleep, it's what's for dinner.

So, after the Week of Ass [tm] at Ye Olde Workshoppe, compounded by our next-door neighbors listening to or watching something at a sleep-disrupting level three nights, I was just a lovely human being to be around; many thanks and huggles to aishlynn for putting up with my grumpy, distant self while still whipping up damn tasty dinner things.

So, last night, after hanging with Jeeves [whose power was out, the poor bastard] and doing some gaming, my ass crawled into bed and slept the better part of 11 hours. . . I am in danger of feeling human again. The again, waking up to a mug of coffee and a cinnamon roll is pretty spiffy.

Today, I vacuum [thrill of thrills] and may make an errand run for a digital kitchen timer and one of those cascading waterbowls for our cats [they are -loving- the 6" feng shui "cascade fountain" my aunt gave us for xms to the tune of nearly 6oz a day].

Somewhat mollifying the disgust over my unflattering bonus at the office was a phone call saying I'd won a couple of Best Buy gift certificates for participating in a phone survey a couple months ago. . . regarding The Essence Festival. That's right, the uber-whiteboy scored lewt for his participation and opinions on something he knows jack-diddly about. Irony, it's what's for lunch.

I am going to try and be less of a flame-monger for a few days; we'll see how that goes.

Apropos of nothing, Anheuser's "World Select" Lager - is it good beer? I have mixed feelings - it's fabulous to cook with, but a scosh bitter for my tastes. *shrug*

And, y'all can thank my buddy Scott, the only coworker I've kept in touch with from my time at Adelphia, for the new icon.