Purchased: a new toothbrush called the Aquafresh EXTREME, embarrassing girly spill soppers (Isn't it so much grosser put like that?), and snausages for the pets (the cat loves them as well). Oh, and a latte. To keep me from falling asleep whilest pod-reviewing. Note: Starbucks makes weak-ass lattes. Or, at least, they do when my favorite barista is not there. He is a tiny, gay John Linnell clone, and he makes them juuuust right. I salute you, tiny, gay John Linnell clone!

It's Friday night. I have wine in hand, and am yell-singing along to various Monkees songs. Oh, my life is good. The dancing is pretty bad, though.