The black hole of public transportation
This is a portion of the RTA map showing our new house (we're moving in this weekend). I haven't owned a car in ten years, but it looks like I'll have to get one.
Throwing darts at calendars
What is with all the pressure to pick a wedding day? Jaysus, we haven't even moved yet. At the earliest, it'll be next spring, but more likely the fall. What goddamn difference does it make now if it's September 6 or October 18?
I'm tempted just to make up a date. How about September 31, 2008?
My most visited sites, all time
...according to Google History, I'm pretty boring.
1. en.wikipedia.org - my first stop when I'm wondering "who is that guy?"
2. www.answers.com - apparently, my second stop, though this surprises me.
3. maps.google.com - um, duh
4. www.uwm.edu - self-explanatory
5. www.amazon.com - I did all my Christmas shopping here.
6. www.census.gov - see #4
7. www.wunderground.com - what to wear today?
8. www.weather.com - apparently I don't trust #7
9. lifehacker.com - getting organized
10. www.jsonline.com - the local rag
Moments of stupidity
Sometimes you'd think I was still 23 and a complete idiot.
Last night I went out with a group of people with whom I used to work. It was someone's birthday, and the wine was flowing. I had a bit too much (okay, way too much) on a mostly-empty stomach.
This probably would have been okay, but my fiance had driven home from work just to see me, and he was not overjoyed to have to come pick me up in the rain when I couldn't even stand up straight. To be honest, I'm surprised I recognized his truck. I was that sloshed. I don't think I said a word on the way home.
I puked and went to bed, and woke up with a fat lip, which was probably obtained by banging my face on the porcelain throne.
Klonopin and alcohol do not mix. Repeat as necessary.
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