SUNDA SUNDAY SUNDAY ONE NIGHT ONLY AT THE KING-DOME-Dome-dome

Yeah, I know - no more Kingdome. I guess all the monster truck rallys have to go tp the Tacoma Dome now. Oh well. When I was a senoir in high school, I tried to sponsor a class trip to the monster truck rally. It didn't fly.

I'm going over to my brother's crib this afternoon to drink shite beer and watch the Super Bowl. The whole thing is more about drinking shite beer than watching football. Neither of us are big sports fans. I don't really like either of the teams that are playing. I guess I'll root for the NY Giants (event though they play in New Jersey). The one cool thing about the Baltimore Ravens, though, is that they were named after the Edgar Allen Poe poem The Raven. It's nice to see that art and literature has some influence on the machismo-drenched juggernaut that is professional sports.

Anyway, I went out to T.S. McHugh's for Chris & Michaela's joint birthday shindig last night. Much merriment was made by all in attendance.

Word. I'd keep writing, but I gotta go potty.

(PS: Stacy - I spaced and forgot to email ya like I said I was gonna. Please accept my apologies. I thought I'd tell ya I found a used copy of that Neko Case CD. It's very...um, country. Good tho'.)

Headaches = ow.

As you may have guessed, I have a headache. It came to visit me about two hours ago and I would like for it to go home now.

Watched the Pooper Bowl and drank several bottles of Rolling Rock. Was slightly saddened to hear a Mos Def song being used in a Nike ad. Ate some food. Watched (grudgingly) Survivor. Got a solid ass-kicking at Dreamcast Quake 3 (maybe it was 2...I dunno) courtesy of my brother. Came home. Now I'm doing laundry and watching The Practice. I don't wanna go to work tomorrow. What's new.

I feel like shite. Ok. Bye.