I want to watch “My So-Called Life”, since Sunday night. I actually found myself feeling like this: "There's something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself. And that creepy '60 Minutes' watch that sounds like your whole life ticking away." I don’t understand why that show didn’t last. Now they show it on some weird kids’ cable channel. I don’t like it at all. That show was great. It is right up there with “The State”. They keep getting rid of all the good shows and replacing them with reality TV…Grrrr…

Steel Pulse is here tomorrow night. I really want to go to that. I think I MIGHT. I am broke. But there should be some very cute, very reggae boys there. Gotta love that. But tomorrow stands to be a very, very long day if I go. Work, then school, then concert. Oh, MY!

The problem with working with a bunch of women is that someone is always craving something. Which isn’t a problem, in itself, but when one of us is craving something, we tend to buy it in mass quantities…which means that there is usually enough of it to feed a small army. Today, we are celebrating a coworker’s last day. Which means, cookies, pizza, doughnuts, soda, chips, dips, cake…I can’t take it anymore!!! Get me out of here!

Is it terrible that I wish it were Friday already?