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Matt got me up daaaaamn early this morning so I could have breakfast with him.

Here's what I don't like:
Getting up daaaamn early.

Here's what I like:
Having brekkie with Matt

I am now annoyed with myself because I forgot to take a picture of Matt in his new glasses and now he's off at work and I only get that small window of time when he's actually home to remember to take a picture.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy. Feet cold. I have come to the following conclusion. Miranda is not the Sex and the City girl who I would want around in a crisis. I think I'd take Charlotte. Carrie's too self-absorbed.

I dunno why, but I just feel like crawling back in bed. I'm not tired still, really, but bed just kinda sounds like a nice place to be. I woke up with pain in my neck and shoulders – I must have slept on it wrong – and I'm kind of cold and bed just seems real nice. Drag the laptop … put it on the TV tray … hmmm… I just don't know. Probably better stay away from bed. That just screams “day of sloth!”

I'm watching Get Packing while I work. Two guys (or girls) snoop through a girl's (or guy's) apartment and pack a suitcase for her (or him) to take on a trip. Best suitcas gets girl (or guy) and trip. It's a sort of good show. But they have “coaches” that help the contestants pack. And there's this one called Janet. She's “fashion consultant” who usually shows up lookign like a hooker and is so freaking opinionated and rude and overbearing I want to reach into the TV screen and ring her fake-baked neck. The other thing about the show is in that the 20 or so I've watched, I think I've only seen one episode where the pair have any interest in hearing from each other after they go on the little trip. That's pretty sad.

If you have a British accent, you can be sophisticated bad ass like Bond or Sark (from Alias). If you have a Italian accent, you can have whole mafia thing going. You have the stereotypical bad ass Brooklyn cabbie. You can even sound like a bad ass Red Neck if you’re from the south. But, I’m sorry to say, you just can’t sound like a bad ass when you speak like you’re from Wisconsin.

We were in Denny’s tonight (one of the only 24 hour restaurants around here), waiting to pay, and there were a couple of kids just hanging out. They weren’t doing anything special, just hanging out, but you could tell by the way they dressed they though they were the shit. I didn’t really think anything of it until I heard on them talk. When they did, it was all I could do to keep from laughing. I don’t remember what they said and it really wasn’t important, but what I do remember was this thick Wisconsin accent. I was like getting in a cab in Manhattan, noticing that he hasn’t shaved in shave or changed his beater in three days, then hearing, “where you going to, eh?” It just didn’t sound right at all. Completely ruined the entire image.

Doncha hate it when clothes you need are sitting all washed … in the washer. Irritating. If I'd just remembered when I first got up that those clothes needed dried, I wouldn't be sitting here now waiting for them to dry so I can go work out. Very irritating.

Also irritating me this morning is the ice ritual. The one thing I dislike most about our apartment is that the fridge didn't come with an icemaker. Thus, every morning, I spend about 5 minutes dumping frozen cubes into the bin and refilling all 6 trays. We use a lotta ice around here. Ooh … that reminds me. Need to take allergy pill & vitamin.

Well while I wait for my clothes to dry, I'll be playing this Mardi Gras Game (on the left a bit down). The scoring doesn't work properly, but it's a good laugh.

Snap was born about three and a half years ago. He's had a rather fiesty attitude and didn't play well with others, so he got a tank all to himself. He sat by my computer for a long time, and I've spent hours watching him. He was an excellent digger and while he wasn't the sweetest gerbil … he had a very noteable personality.

Well, as of today, Snap is no longer with us. He passed away this morning. He had been in pain and unable to chew or dig for a couple of weeks. He slept most of the time and ate or drank very little. He is survived by his sister, Kinki our last living gerbil.

Apparently, today is National Dog Biscuit Day. The apartment managers left little baggies of dog biscuits for May on our door. That was pretty sweet. I'll make sure she gets them. Our apartment is one of the only ones in the area that allows larger dogs, so there are TONS here. It would be weird to not have a dog almost …