i reserve the right to change my mind

Upon further review of the entire first series of Spaced, I changed my mind. The show is awesome.

Too bad I'll have to buy the DVDs to see it again as they're only playing the episodes once.

I thought my kitchen was clean enough. It is not. Tomorrow I'm breaking out the big guns. Ammonia and bleach. Not together, but I'm going to SCOUR my kitchen. Maybe I'll stop feeling so tetchy, as Ron Weasley puts it (I think). Every time I feel the slightest tingle or breeze over my skin, I'm sure it's a damn ant crawling on me. A girl at work mentioned that she had read somewhere that this season is the worst on record in a while for ants. Considering I am no less clean than I was last summer, I like this explanation. I think I shall try to stick to the whole "doing my dishes every day now" thing, though.

It can't hurt.

it could be me up there in stage lights

No, not really, but I really like this song. Stop! by Against Me!

I took four hours off of work today, I was terribly grumpy and tired. And so was everyone around me at work. Hardly any talking, just working and the customers were cranky. If I didn't leave when I did, I might have become guilty of severe customer abuse. In theory I didn't really want to leave, better to take a half a day off work on a Friday afternoon, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

I was all stoked to see that BBC America was airing episodes from the British comedy Spaced this week. Then I found out the time the show was airing was 2 am! What the hell? On Sunday they showed a few episodes in the afternoon and I watched several. It's been a couple years since I had seen the show and maybe I've changed or maybe I have a terrible memory, but they are not as funny as I remembered. Still funny, but just not as good as I thought they were.

My kitchen is infested with ants. Or it was. Part of my justification for using vacation time was that I would come home and clean my kitchen. When I got home two HOURS after I left work (running errands), my house was so hot (a/c doesn't run during day), I had to sit down and rest a bit while the house cooled off. BIG mistake. I ended up taking a nap. I did manage to rouse myself by 8 pm to get started, scouring every square inch of my kitchen. It's clean, but I don't know if it will ever be clean enough. I suppose I will have to start washing my dishes daily now.

That is, when I start eating again.

The Red Sox take on the New York Yankees tomorrow night, playing at Fenway. Josh Beckett is the pitcher Friday night. I am a terribly lame person, and I will be watching this game alone (not even someone to watch it with online as my friend Amber has a life) and having the time of my life. How sad is that?

Very sad, I suppose.

Yep, that's my life. Baseball and the internet. What shall I do in the winter, football? It may come to that.

What a difference a year makes.