In addition, last night just wasn't my night apparently because I made the dumbass mistake of attempting to be horizontal in the floor within earshot of Elise's two chocolate labs (Kahlua 60-65ish pounds, Durango 65-70ish pounds) that love me. They jumped right in the middle of me and squished my nose into the floor. I now have a very red, very sore nose and a bloody nose ring. I slapped a salt water soak on it this morning so I should be well on the way to nose piercing recovery. Injuries and I seem to be fast friends as of late.
On the way from Netflix: the next 2 discs of season 1 of Scrubs.
Edit: I was supposed to run some errands today (pick up latest paycheck, deposit two most recent paychecks, drop off tape for Rachel to move my beloved Hugh from her TIVO to my living room, drop off DISK OF PICS FOR MOST ANNOYING PROFESSOR EVER!). It's that last one that'll probably come back to bite me in the ass. BUT, given the fact that I feel like ass, I certainly could've thrown up on her desk if she really wanted me to make the trip. I would've enjoyed it!
But I'm not bitter.
Son of edit: Half done with this fuckin' paper.
Listening: "Hide and Seek"...Imogen Heap