I'm so cultural

I just went with my dad to see a play at the Broach theater here in downtown gso (I know, I know, I am sooooo cultural). Has anyone been to the Broach? First of all, the play ("Underpants") was pretty funny. I hear that most of their shows rock. But secondly, I was--and I kid you not--the youngest patron there by 30 years. Lots of little old white headed ladies, kids. And third, it sounded like the freaking sick ward in that place--hacking and coughing and sneezing and blowing. Good lord, people--take some nyquil, go to bed, most importantly, STAY THE HELL HOME. So I am probably infected with some virus now, but it was a fun night with the pops.

Odorless

UPDATE -- Pooter apparently couldn't bring himself to show up for another week of yoga after his performance last week. So yoga was fart-free last night. And a little boring. Could there be a connection?

Drinking problem

Those who know me well know that I drink a ridiculous amount of milk. And I mean r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s. But I may have hit rock bottom. Just went to my refrigerator to find that I've gone through one gallon--an entire gallon--today. By "today" I mean that I opened it this a.m. and it's gone this p.m.. Splorg.

Only four more days . . .

until the weekend. Boo-yah. As a federal employee, I have next Monday off. Can I get a "hell yeah"??!! Gotta love government work. I'm currently undecided about my long-weekend plans and am open to suggestions. My old roommate and his girlfriend want to get a taste of GSO nightlife on Saturday night (my old roommate's currently living in Danville, VA, so GSO is an entertainment mecca in comparision). I haven't fully committed to hosting them yet. I've got the urge to go somewhere fun. D.C.? N.Y.C.? High Point? Or maybe not High Point. But I think I'm going to develop a nervous twitch if I stick around this place much longer. To quote the Dixie Chics, you could say that I'm ready to run. Or you could say that I'm ready for wide open spaces. Or something about a sin wagon. Point being, I'm ready to do something fun this weekend.

don't you hate it when . . .

I've reached an all time low. I actually found myself trying to think of office humor today at work: "don't you hate it when you go to make a copy and the last person didn't hit 'clear' so you make like 300 double sided copies when you only needed 1 single sided copy?" and no, the jokes I came up with weren't even funny. I wept when I realized what I was doing. So I'm taking suggestions for (legal) ways to avoid the inevitable lifetime of work ahead of me. Hitting it big in stand-up comedy was ruled out as a viable means to this end today.