Am now spending all of 10 minutes a day at home. Room is a wreck, or (more specifically) what I am dubbing a "shit-sty." Laundry heaping in gargantuan mound. Bed unmade, which is horrific and were I still in elementary school, I would be forced to pay my mother a quarter. Per day. (Diana, as ever, a scheming businesswoman).

Long night at Starbucks, where (as ever) I was the fortunate eavesdropper to a slew of strange conversations... including a lengthy chat with two 7-yr-old girls who just saw High School the Musical (the concert, which apparently only includes the songs, not the actual play). I was informed not only of the girls' progress in gymastics class but also of the "cuteness" of the lead singer/actor while his signature dance moves were demonstrated. Mom #1 informed me that he is the "John Travolta" of her daughter's generation. Wow.

Oh, and here's a fun little bit of ebay entertainment, courtesy of my brother and roommate:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=250073931155&ssPageName=ADME:B:EF:US:11

Hope to God that Todd (see above link) is single. I like 'em intellectual, built Ford Tough... or whatever Toyota says.