Monday, Monday

The "bulletpoints are overrated" version of today:

falling asleep to Clueless, only some sleeping-in, lots of popcorn, package of fez and beanie and cast gifts, way too many business articles from a medical perspective (what's up with that, doctors? nothing better to do?), searching out pirate music, random surveys for extra credit, various warm items making my hands happy between destinations, talking about sneaking food into the movies, "I killed Harry Potter!," and therefore the Harry Potter movie, and therefore gazing at many pretty British boys, walking back in the snow(!) and wind ($#*!), unforseen phone call from displaced friends who may or may not be Darth Vader, "yeah, I'll choke you or knock off your slippers...diabolical!," this