Saddle up, buckaroo

I was driving home, listening to the Dandy Warhols' 2003 album Welcome to the Monkey House (prompted by track #2 happening to be the theme song to Veronica Mars and being reminded that I really liked that record once upon a time) and thinking how much I was looking forward to Christmas break. Yes, it'll cost me dearly, more than $200 in gas alone (with flights being even more, and leaving me in Ohio for two weeks without a car and with a lot of people to see) but I was thinking how excited I was to do what I've done for years now -- sit with berrydip on his sofa, drinking heavily and playing videogames for the week following New Year's.

Then I remembered berrydip has a job now.

If anyone out there wants to spend the week after New Year's dipping, drinking, playing video games, making quesadillas, and going out to party every night, give me a head's up. Screw that whole "growing up" thing.

Today is the nicest day mine eyes have ever seen. Sunny, cool, breezy. I'm wearing a sweater for the first time this year. Hooray!