Fueled Solely by an Americano and a Rice Crispy Treat

My trip to Charlotte, if nothing else, has reunited me with Caribou Coffee.

This week's Comedy Goldmine lives up to its name entirely. I'm sure you were wondering.

I still haven't made any solid plans to return to Tennessee, though Thursday looks promising. I might go hop on some roller coasters tomorrow, and as much as I love cheap burgers and fort-dwellers, that seems fun too.

I guess I hadn't seen Johnny Depp investigate enough grisly murders in period clothing, or had enough of Ian McDiarmid for that matter, because I watched From Hell and Sleepy Hollow back-to-back last night. I'd seen neither previously, and enjoyed both quite a bit. I may try to see Unleashed tonight. I love to hate Bob Hoskins.

Why are you still reading this? When I get a life, you'll be the first to know. Well, hopefully I'd be the first to know, but you're up there.


Listening to: Bach's Unaccompanied Cello Suite V in C minor played on the double bass by Edgar Meyer (which I strongly recommend).

Reading: Glue by Irvine Welsh, and The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists by Gideon Defoe