• Jim Halpert is staring down at me from the wall. He’s Mr. April in "The Office" calendar my sister bought me for Christmas. He looks a little pissed in the photo. Or lustful, I can’t tell. Either way, it’s making me uncomfortable.
• I need to work on some projects with deadlines. Blogging at NiT often feels like a race I never finish.
• Don’t ask me why, but I’m seriously considering taking up videoblogging. I have all this equipment at my disposal at work. It could possibly be a traffic generator for the work blog. But man, I think most videoblogs suck the big one. Anyway, blah, I don’t know.
• The Boyfriend bought a badass new bike. It is the best bike he’s ever had. He’s so excited. But it sits here, taunting him, because it’s cold as shit outside and his allergies are a mess. He’s looking at it longingly right now. Poor thing.
• My furry alarm clocks were set extra early this weekend. Fuckers.
• I want to try an indoor cycling class, but I’m afraid it will hurt my area. Do I need special pant(ie)s?
• I tackled Mount Laundry today. I took it down in record time, despite the heater part of our dryer not working.
• Cooper’s nice, new collar is already getting janked up because Tootie’s always got her teeth on it.
• I can’t say enough nice things about my Carmax experience yesterday, despite not purchasing a car from them.
• I got the Golf washed and cleaned yesterday before trying to trade it in. It looks so nice and shiny and hairless. But they put some funk nasty "new car" scent in there that just about gags me every time I get in.
• The boyfriend is now layering up so he can take the bike "around the block at least." He’s going to freeze his face off.
• Unfortunate.
• WTF, why am I singing "Rocketman" in my head?
• I have a Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg waiting for me. The boyfriend said "you don’t eat Easter candy at night," but I’m going to wait. The suspense is half the treat.
• I’m actively Twittering now. It finally clicked.

There are many pro-war, chickenhawk bloggers out there who actually have the nerve to criticize the 15 British soldiers who were taken captive by Iranian forces as being "weak" and "spineless" and "giving up." Yep, you read that right. Neo-con warmongers of optimum age and health to enlist, though they have not (and will not), are giving brave English servicemen shit for "surrendering" in the face of "evil."

That is what we call "fucked up," to say the least.