150... score...

i wish i had something exciting here to celebrate this (not-so) momentous occasion, but no dice. i'm currently tired, cold, hungry, and a bit cranky. oh, and i sound like a trucker. delicious, eh? yeah, i didn't think so either... until i discovered i can sing along with Michael Franti on all the low notes!! yeah!! i wonder if the local Peace Choir is looking for any new baritones... because i sound like a male trucker. it was so classic, i walked into Borders earlier, and had just gotten my hair cut, so i looked normal and whatknot... this woman walked up and offered to help me, and the look on her face when i asked her (in a very gravelly voice quite reminiscent of Tom Waits' newest album) "i'm looking for the Tortilla Curtain, do you have it?"... oh man, her face was priceless. later, as she was showing me to where the book should've been, she turned and said to me "i hope that's not as bad as it sounds." i thought i was going to pop! (laughing leads to coughing, and this lady would've probably had a panic attack if she'd heard my cough).

anywho, yeah, life is droning along here at the speed of my rickety old Volvo (aka, not very fast). there's a party tonight i've RSVP'd to, but i'm not sure if i'll go, or how long i'll stay, because if i really do sound as bad as the Borders woman thought, then maybe i should be staying home and writing my will.

on that festive and joyous note, i believe that i shall go find something to eat. have a lovely day, and remember... it could be worse- you could be a 6-yr-old sex slave living in Cambodia. Cheers!

i'm not going to the doctor.