The Banzai Chronicles

Spending this portion of the legendary day off in the Flannel Pants of Ultimate Comfort™. And after lamenting the sex-saturated culture, I've proceeded to watch "reality" dating television. Why? Because I'm an idiot.

(But this one is in Seattle, at a restaurant I've been to many times. Forgivable, no?)

One of my window blinds broke as I stumbled the house in insomniac stupor around 3:30. It now dangles diagonally, and I'm sure there's no way to get it replaced before the weekend. Oh, the hardship of domestic life.

Tasks: laundry, dishes, arranging Sunday volunteers.

Possible diversions: this silly dating show, coffee, reading, and writing at Victrola, a Tennis Pro show at Coffee Messiah this evening, or just stay in and be a lump.