Here is the buddy list changes I made today. Please note that if you’re listed here, you’re either doing a good job and have moved up in BuddyListValue, or you suck ass and have lost points. [b]New[/b] New Group “EGC” Made [b]Migrations:[/b] DiscoNova has been upgraded into the “Team Weberstreet” group Wonderfish19 has been downgraded to the “misc peepz” group insaneblackdog has left “Team Weberstreet” and is in “Misc Peepz” anubis452 has been moved from “Peepz” to “Misc Peepz” fallabella3 has moved from “Peepz” to “Misc Peepz” flair4fire has moved from “Peepz” to “Misc Peepz” xxxjoeyinsanexxx has moved from “Peepz” to “EGC” ufogmng has moved from “Peepz” to “EGC” SilentKid1783 has moved from “Misc Peepz” to “EGC” Ross86 has moved from “Misc Peepz” to “EGC” GZDoka has moved from “Peepz” to “Misc Peepz” [b]removals:[/b] prezlis (misc peepz) thefascistrag (peepz) aberjoiner99 (weberstreet) clubbel (weberstreet) megfoot (peepz) digtalabys (misc peepz) plasticchips (misc peepz) psych028 (misc peepz) nobody (misc peepz) dcartman22 (misc peepz) akamc17 (misc peepz) JeanUST (misc peepz) kurty757 (misc peepz) linecipha (misc peepz) traveler422 (misc peepz) jerang111 (misc peepz) MstrPrgmmr (misc peepz) SACool073 (misc peepz) Vanyel1027 (misc peepz)

Other than that, I really don’t have anything. Cheers!

Ok, so I was off from HPI yesterday in observance of MLKJr day, so I got up at like 10am and went and bought a laundry basket. From Wal-Mart. This was a mistake, as Wal-Mart brand anything is of horribly low quality. This laundry basket does not have even 1/2 the strength of my existing laundry basket. But it was 4.53, and the dollar rules all, so I bought it anyway. It works okay. I need two baskets because of the unbelievable volume of dirty clothing I have amassed in 14 days. I bought the laundry basket so I could go to the Laund-Ro-Mat and do all my Laun-Dry. Well, I got there at like 12:59. Unloaded all my clothes, got everything ready to go, looked at my watch, 1:10pm. Start up the laundry (4 washers!), sit down, read my book. 5 minutes goes by and all of a sudden, 8 people show up to do their laundry. So they’re doing their thing, and then WHAMO 4 bums walk in to do their laundry. Dallas was among them. Remember Dallas? Wanted Mike’s g/f, Annie? Yea. So I’m sitting there, doing my laundry, trying to save my nose from their odiferousness. Eventually my 4 loads finished, and the people at the Laund-Ro-Mat were like wolverines on a fallen antelope carcass, if they have those down under, fighting scratching cursing to get to the washer. I then proceeded to take up 4 dryers. You may not know this, but at the average Laund-Ro-Mat there are approximately 2 washers to every dryer. In this case, 18 washers, 9 dryers. So the fact that I took up 4 washers was not a huge deal, despite the volume of people. However, I smiled in glee as I single-handedly took up nearly 50% of the dryers. You should have seen their faces as I loaded my stuff. Hahaha. Among one of them was this tall thing girl who had been rather good company so far. Everyone else was either a bum, who stayed away from me as I am a formidable twenty something yuppy who doesn’t like homelessness, or they were people who were unwilling to chat to pass the time. So I put in all my dryer stuff, and when I was done, I happily gave up my dryers to the nice young good-company girl. People were staring, mouths agape at this breach of first-come-first-servce. I, however, did not care. I hung around a bit, talked to the girl and at approximately 2:32, left. Notice that it is one hour and twenty two minutes this time, including chatting time. This is because I have refined my laundry-loading-unloading-drying skills and schedule. Jack is gone from HPI. This makes me sad, as the workload is heavier. Despite that, I feel a little better because (with regard to the network)I can basically do whatever I want, when I want. Despite *that*, it sucks to not have someone to bounce things off of. James has moved in. He’s a good roommate because he is clean. He likes to talk about his penis a lot, and tends to point at it very often and then quip “were you looking at my crotch!?” He also enjoys playing computer games, which is OK in my book. Did I mention that he’s clean? He has bad parts, though. One being his penis-loving, the other being his incessant nipple-grapping. I think that the second one is taken care of though, as I told him he’d “get a five-knuckle sandwhich if he did it again”. I no longer fear nipple-pain when near him. It is nice having a roommate who is normal. You hear that girls? All the ladies in the world? We no longer have a nutcase in the house. Sure we have a guy who may leer, a guy who may drool and a guy who may run away and hide, BUT IT IS SAFE NOW. GIRLS, PLEASE COME OVER. AGAIN, WE ARE NOT SCARY, NO TONY, IT IS NOW SAFE, COME OVER. I have nothing else to add, except this cool flash came from Craig – I got a 323.4, give it a whirl: [L=http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm]http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm[/L]

Ok, so 1:47am on a Thursday. WTF am I doing awake, you might be asking … hmm … actually, probably not. Regardless, I went and had a beer, then put my hax on James’ computer, and it didn’t work. POS Wal-Mart USB wireless adapter. So my brother came here and posted. That’s neat and super and all, but man, maybe I just don’t like family and whatnot, but family / personal issues should not be aired in public (unless it’s your personal website and you’re ranting about one particular thing). With that being said, Matt, please email me at rand0m@rand0m.org. Thnx. Okay, so there’s this theoretical situation. Say you sorta-hookup with a medium level friend, but then fear the inevitable “cling-on” effect, where they attempt to attach their lives to yours by adding too much … erm … feeling to the whole situation? WTF is a guy supposed to do!? Fucking hormones, always fucking everything up. I am glad that I do not have a strong case of the “Can’tkeepitinmypants” syndrome. I have also decided, thanks in part to Laura, to never have a solid, long term belief, as it will not only be challenged, but assaulted over and over. Honestly, it’s a lot easier to just be “open minded” and go with whatever is popular at the time, be it women’s rights, liberal social policy or what have you. WTFOMGBBQ, why is Randal spouting such heinous ideas you are obviously not asking. Well, I’ll tell you anyways: it’s because I don’t have the patience to debate that shit anymore. I might as well give in and go with the flow instead of building up animosity / aggression / irritation. Sure, it’s at the expense of personal opinion and such, but it sure makes political/religious/philosophical discussions easier. Day job is good. Jack is out on contract for several months, leaving me to handle the entire shebang on my own. I might ask for a raise. Dunno. The store is doing better after the Christmas break slump, but it’s not banking. We will probably need to do a good financial evaluation to see if this thing is ever going to work, or if we’re wasting our time. It’s nice owning a business; it’s would not be nice to own a drowning business. I think I saw Anna Pruitt at Pikes Perk. Of course she didn’t give me the time of today (what else would I expect? acknowledgement? HA!). It was definitely her, if she put on 30lbs since the last time I saw her. Jordan or somebody else, feel free to chime in. I did not spend time with Janelle while she was here. Shit. I actually wanted to, but it didn’t happen. She came over to the store and hung out with Tore, but I didn’t really talk to her. See previous posts RE: east-coast/european snobbery yada yada. I should have really made the effort. FUck me. With that, all I have to ask is … what if the hokey pokey really *is* what it’s all about?

Okay, so this is the Inaugral post of 2004, so it’s going to be a doozy. Ha! Had you thinking that it would be worthwhile there for a second, didn’t I? Ahh, yes, now proceed onto the comments like a good reader. So … I totally missed XMas in the last post. I got a lot of clothes from my sister, and some really nice pillows from the folks, as well as some more hand-made socks from my Oma. mmm, socks. I also got some of the candy orange slice thingies that I like so much. Yay for traditions! So, New Years Eve. We had a [L=http://cos.everlan.com]lockin at the store[/L] which was superfull, and a ton of fun. We had a BringYerOwnComputer this time, which went really well. After that I sped like hell over to James’ place, where I walked in just in time for the countdown. Grabbed some champaigne, counted down, drank it, and then proceeded onto a Long-island Iced Tea and got LIT (get it? LOL) … then the best goddamn martini ever – sour apple. It was scrumptious. I fell in love with Kelly, which I’ll get to in a second, got drunk, then slept it off until 4am, when I went back to the store and worked till about 9:30. Then blessed sleep. Kelly. I met her at James’ NYE party, and she is apparently a friend of Emily’s. This is an issue, as Emily loathes me. (defaming statements about her here) She also necked with James, which he was very proud to point out, despite his total devotion to Emily. Which is an Issue. James is MovingIn RealSoonNow, and with him, he is bringing his passion for Emily, and with that, Emily herself. I do not know how that will go. All I know is that my chances with this Kelly are doomed, as Emily will undoubtedly put in a less-than-positive word for me. She didn’t even say “Hi” at the party. Sheesh, some people. However, Kelly did say Hi, and that was nice. As she is smart and hot. Oh, James is moving in. Cya Tony. Cheap Bastard. Keen is keeping this fucking reduckalous picture journal of his life at [L=http://keener2u.textamerica.com]keener2u.textamerica.com[/L]. It’s hawt. I am thinking I’ll get a camera phone and do the same, as it is freakin awesome. I went to the Laund-Ro-Mat today to do some laundry, as our washer is still broken. Did I mention that earlier? (I can’t find it in the archives – it’s a good story, involving me giving a girl a ride home at 3am). But yes, it is broken. So yes, the laundromat. The laundromat is a very interesting place, especially at night. This was during the day though, and it took exactly one hour and 24 minutes to wash and dry three large loads of laundry for less than $5. This is the way to do laundry. I also read a lot in my book, which was good. I had lunch with SuperSammi on Friday, and it was everything I thought it would be. She is so mind-alteringly amazing. The food at the Ritz was good, as was my martini (sour apple, of course!), but the conversation was stunning. She’s really great. *hugs to sammi* [b]Update[/b] – I totally forgot to mention that Keen left for a while, but came back, then left again. In the meantime, I got to drive his car, which is nice. I think I’ll buy a car sometime. Whilst shuttling Keen to and from DIA, I met up with Craig and his g/f Rachael, had some Chipotle (best burritos, evar!). On the second trip, we all went to Old C’s and had a good time. Additionally, I watched James’ ferret over the holidays, and oddly, the ferret is not so bad. w0ot for friends!

So lots of things have happened as of late, only a couple of which are even mildly interesting. I’d like to say first off that Jordan Weil rocks my socks. He’s the best, particularly because he’s really smart and is really down to earth. It sucks that he’s in Chicago, but he’s really going places and I think he’ll do great things. Tore is back in town. I missed him. He’s great. I also *just* found out that he has hacked off a foot of his hair (Kids With Cancer donation). It’s nice having him back in town as well, because smart people are not a dime a dozen – Not even a dime for one, more like ten bucks! I really enjoy Tore’s company, but alas, like every other person on the planet he is usually far away. What can you do, you know? Janelle came to the store the other night. She looks european. I guess it fits her. It was nice to see her again, as she is also smart. She seems a little more … mmm … arrogant? I don’t know how to describe it, but she just seems not as nice. Oh well, it was good to see her. I ran into Lilly, Amy Rice-Jones, Strecker, Anna Pruitt and Adrienne Tuck at Tony’s while I was drowning my sorrow. Adrienne is still a huge bitch but Lilly is nice as pie. Ahhh, Lilly. Right up there with Sammi :-D. [L=http://nick.aesirdynasty.com]Nick[/L] linked me in one of his posts, with a blurb. Makes sense, I guess. I must say that I am glad that, although I do have my own set of them, his girl issues far outweigh mine. And honestly, that is really good for me to hear from myself, because that means I’m not involved with all the bullshit that it definitely entails. However, I am not getting laid. I am unsure if he is either, though. It’s not a competition. Or is it? Regardless, girls are nice to have around, but I don’t think I *need* one like he does. Interesting. [b]Update[/b] – I’m really thinking about putting together a quick PHS registry so that it’s easy to find people’s contact info … thinking it’ll be handy come reunion time in … 6 1/2 years. Opinions?

Okay, so Jordan WEil is herein town and we diecided that we’d poick up hio and go out and do somet drinking. So I went over to his opalce where ‘s staying, “His uncle’s fplace!” and picked him up in my POS. Then we went over ot eht store and met up with Laura (Pinky), Amanday, Keen, NIck and .. me. So then we were there for a awihle and then we went over to tony’s bu i was totally full, so we left and decided tovo ogver to PHantom Canyon, wihic si the best bar in colorado springs. So we went over there and bought a piture of Hefe and of Demo Cream Beer. SO we drank that, then bought a couple more pitures of beer, mostly hefe. Actually aslll of htem were hefe. And so then JOrdan’s chicken was raw. which was bad. SO WE got tome Bar Chpis for FRE! It was great. And then we kept drinkng. And then it was time to leave, and Keen picked up the tab for all the fodo thre. And then we left! SO thwen we ent over to JACK WUINE’s! And it was awesome and all …. irish. We lined up a shitlaod of Irish Carbombs (Depth Charges in Ireland, due to IRA STUFf) and we all slammed them down. SO wthen we left and waent outisde to start walking hiome. So we’re stanidg there, burning a couple cigs and all of a dusden this HUGE BRAL breaks out. THese gfive dudes totally jumped on this one guy and fucked him hp. LIKE WOW> AN dthen they beat todwn his girlfriend!:? WTF :MATE! That was gottlaly whack. Keen bummed this guy a cigarret and was like “just sit aback and wathc the entertain ment”. SO tehen we walked home with a ta stop at the store tlet NICk use the bathroom! And tehen we went home, adne verybody is pretty drunk. GOOD sitmeS! YAY JOrdan! [b]Update @ 2:56p[/b] – I’m sober now, which helps greatly when typing and trying to not sound incoherent. I thought I’d take some time and tell everybody that Jordan Weil is the shit. Not only is good natured and generally very pleasant to be around, he is also wicked smart. It felt great to be around a lot of smart people last night. Oh, and he has just enough “I’m fucking with you” to keep everything fun. Honestly, I’m pretty surprised by all this because in HS he was (smart, yes) but didn’t seem to … friendly. A little more caustic, like there was a chip on his shoulder with a touch of arrogance. But now? Nothing like that at all. Just a great guy. Too bad he lives in Chicago or I’d have to recruit him into the social circle 🙂

Okay, so I’m sitting here on my bed at 12:40am getting ready to post on my website, and I’ve realized that I can remember only a few of the vastly exciting and interesting things that I was going to post. I don’t know if it’s my lifestyle, my diet, my schedule or just the way in which this black-smoke puffing brain of mine works, but for the life of me I can’t remember most of the cool things. And there are a lot. Like A LOT. I think I’ll start a list. I got a call from Jordan Weil today. He left me a voicemail, which I did not receive until late in the night, and I have thus not called him back. He says he’ll be in the springs tomorrow (!?). Why in the *fuck* he would call *me*, I have zero idea. Not even a smidgeon. I must call him and schedule time to see him. Somehow. Ahh, Jordan … maybe we’ll get a beer. Hey, I’m free Saturday night … that’s actually a great idea. This work week has been brutal. Not brutal in how much labor has been exacted from my body, but the total opposite. I feel like I’ve been fighting to just keep my head above water – not but surely not making any progress towards land. It is wearisome and maddening. I think I’ll make some goals and attempt to accomplish them next week. I think it’s the lack of accomplishment that’s getting me down. The same lack of accomplishment persists at the store. Maybe it’s the weather. It’s been a week of getting by, which is very bad for my fledgling baby. We’re having a big lockin 12/20 – [L=http://cos.everlan.com]http://cos.everlan.com[/L] I spoke to Matt Byrne after he apparently freaked out Emily. He seems much less crazed. In school, has a job, yada yada. However, he went nuts on me and told me “shut the hell up” and I told him to grow up and the conversation ended. Only mildly related, Emily unblocked me, saying that she no longer has the energy to continue her bitterness. My response: “WTF? Why with the bitterness?” I’m a pretty nice guy and I (selectively?) recall only being peaches and cream to her since we met forever ago. hmm … Janelle came home from Italy 2.5 days ago and is apparently still unpacking. Must schedule time for seeing her as well. Entirely unrelated, there is news brewing at home. More about that as it develops. Also, Yay for having frozen pipes! I was talking to Sammi tonight (have to put in something about Sammi in ever post, it seems), and mentioned Jordan and the perplexing “call randal” scenario and we have this little banter: >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] now why in the hell he’d call me I have no idea. <<< [b]Sammi:[/b] because you are the colorado springs constant >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] that is sad. >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] 🙁 >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] nice, sure. >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] but sad. oy. <<< [b]Sammi:[/b] it's nice for the rest of us. coming home and feel out of touch with everyone in colorado springs? get in touch with randal. he'll know what's up. sorry if it makes you feel... i don't know? what's sad about it? >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] makes me feel like the small town guy who never goes anywhere with life. which is … well, depressing for one, but it’s totally the opposite of what I [i]want[/i] to be. *Shudders* ——————– Decided to look at some numbers and found these interesting stats. Since 1/1/2003 12:47:24 AM (Thinking I cleared the logs?): 310,783 hits to http://rand0m.org/images/bimmer 148,974 hits to normal rand0m.org pages. In those 345 days, that averages out to: Just think, every 3 minutes, 24/7, someone reads rand0m.org. But Softcore Porn generates more than twice that. Super.

So Thanksgiving was on Thursday. As was Keen’s birthday. Before we actually got to Thursday, though, we went out to Tony’s on Wednesday night and enjoyed some brews. We met this nice woman named June (?), who although not 21-23, was smart and hot. That was cool. So we got a little buzzed, went home, and passed out until Thursday, noonish. That was so nice. You have no idea. Went to my parents place and got to enjoy a lot of turkey, a lot of casserole, and a lot of pie. Mmm, home cooked food. I hadn’t had any in so long that I nearly forgot what it tastes like. My sister and my bother fight like cats, seeing who can claw the most fur off in the least amount of words. It’s humorous, but gets old really quickly. It didn’t seem like the food-spread was as big as usual, though. All in all, it was a rather enjoyable day – lots of time talking … which I’ll write about in a bit. We threw a lockin on Friday night. And Saturday night. I was off Friday night so I could attend James’ party, which did not happen. I’m still really fucking pissed about that, you bitch. I took time off and inflicted vast amounts of stress onto myself to make sure that I could go, and 3 hours before it’s supposed to happen, I find out that it’s off until next Friday – precisely when I can’t come. I’m mad. Still. Argh. Anyway, the Lockin on Friday night went pretty well. I slept. Then I got to work around 9:30am on Saturday. And didn’t leave until ~9:45am on Sunday. It was long. Too long. Although the lockins went really well, I am unsure if I’ll be doing the whole 24-hour shift thing ever again; I can still feel the exhaustion now, even after getting sleep (never enough). I got an IM from Janelle tonight saying that she’d be home in a week. I don’t know what to say about that, but it was nice that she thought of me. I thought Tore was here for Thanksgiving, but I didn’t see nor hear anything from him. Either he didn’t come, or he has other priorities. No biggie. On that same vein, issues persist with Steve. He is still mega pissed. He came by to pick up his Call of Duty CD and I got the total cold shoulder. I had figured that this would have blown over by now, but apparently it has not. There isn’t shit I can do, either, because it’s his grudge. That sucks. It freaked me out the other day. I was at the store, talking with Keen about Japanese culture, and I very much regurgitated the things my mother said on Thanksgiving. I wanted to rip my tongue out with a pair of meat tongs to cleanse myself of such an attrocity. And to think that I’d kinda locked away that 18-year-long chunk of my life. It seems like I’m losing people. Like people are slowly drifting out of my life and I’m not stopping it from happening. And by not stopping it, I’m helping it. I feel that way about nearly everyone, except for the few people that I associate with on a daily basis. It’s very, very frightening. Cowboy up and chalk it up to life, or hang on for dear life and don’t let people slide? Toughy. [b]Update[/b] – Just because I have them laying around, here is Playboy’s December 2003 Women of Wal-Mart spread (not work safe) : [L=http://rand0m.org/images/walmart]http://rand0m.org/images/walmart[/L]

Okay, so I go to Chipotle very often. Probably 3-5 times a week, depending on how I feel. And I picked up this flyer they had the other day, where if you bought one of their burritos, you could get free admittance to a local art show. The flyer started with something like “Elegant Burritos, Fine Art”, which is unremarkable, but ended with the line “Go get your art on!”, exclamation and all. I was thinking “wow”. Just thinking that a company would be witty / cliche-ee / cheesy / that hip really took me back. I really like it though … they really don’t take themselves seriously at all which makes me happy. And then the other day I went to McDonald’s. Normally I would never go there, as I am a die hard Carl’s Jr. / Wendy’s fan, but I was at the mall, had just gotten a haircut after enjoying the shitty weather, but before waiting an hour and a half for service- which is a whole story in itself – and I got a hamburger and some nugs. Now, I’m a huge fan of nugs. I luuvv me some nugs. But these nuggets were rediculously fake. As was the hamburger. What the fuck do they make these things out of? Surely not out of actual chicken and grain and beef. I ate one nug, and was done. I took one bite of the burger, and was done. That shit was *gross*. McDonald’s officially gets a thumbs down. The white stripes piss me off. God. Welcome back to the 80s. With an extra dose of “are they siblings? Married? WTF is *WRONG* with that guy!?” thrown in for good measure. I normally don’t watch TV at all, but today I decided to watch some MTV of all things, and they were on. Man. Quality = sinking. So I’m doing well, minus a couple things. I’ll go through those first, then tell you how fine of a life I am leading. The first thing that is on the top of my mind is Steve (steve-o / grooveman) Chapin. He and I are great friends, and I totally screwed him and a bunch of his friends last weekend. We had a lockin that night, and he and a bunch of guys were coming down from Denver, and had told me this a while before. I told him that he was on the list. I guess I did not tell him that I did not *save* them seats, as they weren’t prepaid or anything, and it was a packed lockin. Short story is that he called before leaving Denver, and I had the pleasure of telling him that his spaces were already filled. God I feel terrible. I really go out of my way to not shaft my friends. Poke fun, piss off, abuse and generally agitate my friends? Absolutely. Shaft, screw, or short change? Never. And I did. I feel pretty bad about it. I mean, sure, I can totally rationalize the situation down to dollars and cents and business, but you know, that’s really callous – and I’m a person, not a calculator. So, instead of fluffing the blame off onto miscommunication and just relying on the numbers in defense, I’m going to feel bad. And boy, I sure do. Sorry Steve :-/ Ian Garfunkalow and his crew … wait, posted about that in the last post. Wow, long time between updates. Oops. I’ve read a lot of books recently. Recently meaning like 6 months. I’ve read Cryptonomicon, Snow Crash, Atlas Shrugged (2nd time), Runaway Jury, Unbearable Lightness of Being (2nd time), Fahrenheit 451, Brave New World, Microsoft: Reflections, 4th Perimeter, Politika and a couple others I’m sure I’m forgetting. Actually, that’s not that many books. Hmm. Regardless, I would like to re-read the Tim O’Brian book “The Things They Carried”, simply because Nick has read it, and it was the first book to introduce me to the word “Cooz”. I really like Blink 182. Not the music so much as the guys in the band. I watched this sorta-documentary thing about them and they’re a bunch of cool guys. The drummer sorta freaks me out, but the other two guys are not only great musicians, but also really smart. I didn’t expect that at all. But you know, I’m wrong a lot. Also, Linkin Park’s “Numb” gets played *way* too much. It’s a decent song – “All I Want to do is be more like me and less like you” and all – and the video is actually pretty good, but 2x an hour is too much. Oh wait, this is MTV. Have you ever been sitting there online, when you glance at your buddy list – as you compulsively do once a minute or so – and see somebody you really like be online? Oh, yes, they’re online, but of course they don’t talk to you because they’re busy / important / not there / whatever. However, they are there. Comfortingly there, like a little sign that “Hey, I’m not dead. I’m just too busy / important / whatever, but I am still alive and kicking. Here is my witty away message or what have you”. I don’t know why, but I very much like being able to see that particular people 1. Haven’t blocked me *cough*EMILY*cough* and that 2. They’re still around, somehow. Tore is a good example of this, as is Sammi, and a couple other folks. Me, though, I’m nearly always online, so I doubt anybody gets such a thrill from seeing me on their buddy list. So back to where I was, I am okay. The business is doing super – we’re nearly paying the bills! From there, it’s only a matter of years before we can draw paychecks! Yay, Capitalism! We’re throwing a huge lockin next weekend, so I’m sorta prepping this week by sleeping a lot – probably going to do the whole don’t sleep for three days thing. (Mona Lisa’s Smile looks like a good movie). HPI is doing well, but is more stressful than the store and I don’t know why – I haven’t given it a lot of thought, as stress is a way of life, but I think I will. The weather has been bad of late, and although I really like my winter wardrobe, the cold really sucks. Oh, and I’m going to my parent’s place with Keen for Thanksgiving. And I made a casserole tonight, but I sorta burnt the cheese layer on top. So it’s yummy, but doesn’t look too appetizing. Sounds about like everything else right now – doesn’t *look* too good, but underneath it all it’s pretty good nonetheless.