shut up about paris already...

i'm so tired of paris hilton and i would stab her if i could.

maybe not stab but i might punch.

i'm wore out today. the wind is blowing crazy this week and there is tons of that white stuff floating in the air (cottonwood tree, maybe?) so my allergies are all in a tizzy. plus, i gave blood today. and for the first time in a long time...it was easy. the vein was hit and blood was drawn. that simple. if only i knew (and they knew) what makes the good blood magic happen.

i haven't talked food/weight/exercise in a while...but i'm trying again. i've decided to not count points because it's not working for me now. i realized that whenever i start to count points, i automatically go into "what else can i eat" fret mode about food. kind of like when i think e is going to eat all my popcorn at the movies...i get very protective. sort of like i will never ever get to eat again if i don't eat those cookies or popcorn or ice cream. anyway, thanks to amy and her logic i've decided to just try and eat moderately and not stress out about it. that stress causes me to do stupid things.

so our new family member is slowly settling in or rather we are getting used to it. we've had a few minor bumps and continue to use the help search but all is well. except for one thing...i think there is something in the keyboard because first my B wouldnt' work and then I shook it and the space bar was funky. shook again and the R stopped working. right now everything is in order but i'm just waiting...maybe canned air will do the trick.

e is gone for the weekend. i'm hoping to see a few movies and the deadcenter film festival. if anyone is interesting in a friday night...let me know. saturday night they are showing the new flaming lips concert dvd outside downtown...i'm excited.

and lastly, for the weirdest news of the week...eddie is testifying before congress in a few weeks. yes, congress...i know...it's weird and pretty cool. something about internet music.

i'm really debating forking over the money for me to go. if only all these odd experiences he has counted for tangible work experience.

happy friday.