I want to be cremated. I have yet to run across a place where I would want my ashes scattered though.

I also want them to play Welcome To The Black Parade at the services. Oh, and I want catboy gogo dancers in cages.

In other news, I do not want to buy converter boxes. I have to buy 3 at 60 bux a pop, which is fail.

And, we got are cupons very early, like July or something, and never used them and now they're expired and blah.

Someone give me 120 dollars or 3 converter boxes. Me love you long time.

It feels so weird to be be bright and awake before noon on a Sunday. I feel like I should be doing something quaint, like going to a farmer's market, or making preserves.

IDK. It's weird. And, there's nothing on televison except pre-Superbowl circle jerktastic news cast and infomercials.

I think I'm going to put my new lamp together, hang up the pictures, then clean my room.

Who's productive?

I am!

edit: Special K: Fruit & Yogurt > You.