I’m ahead of the game with this year’s BIG PROJECT. But the tasks to tie all of the pieces together are sooooo monotonous it’s an Attention Deficit Disorder’s wet dream.

Everyone’s asking me where I’m spending Thanksgiving. After so many inquiries I tell them I hear the shelter has some pretty good fixin’s and if there’s a TV camera there I’ll give them a shout out.

right now I’m craving a Smoothie. I fell on the wagon last week and there’s a franchise here in town. hmmm…it is lunchtime.

is it a bad sign you have bad taste in beer/wine/liquor when the stuff you brought over is still there the next time you go back?

The new saying sweeping the nation in ’05: I’m not fat husky Big Bone-ded, I got the fat virus.