Ate a whole lot of late night drive in food-Drank a lot of take home pay

In front of me is a pint of Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream Ice Cream. Due to my extreme lactose intolerance I've had to eat about 6 lactaid pills so that I could digest the quarter cup I've eaten. But it's worth it-because it's Stephen. Anything for Stephen. Mmmmm....milky goodness....deeelicious...uhnnnhnnn

But seriously folks, it's very tasty and if you're a fan of ice cream buy it. And if you're not-buy it anyway. Not just because there's caramel and cruncy chocolate-y waffle cone bits. But Because each serving has 6% the RDA of Iron. And no Bovine Growth Hormone. And a picture of Stephen on the tub. And proceeds go to a charity of some sort. What more could anyone want from dessert.

My tummy feels funny.

Otherwise my day has been semi-productive. Got the laundry finished. Woo. Went to the park (going to the park is kind of assumed on my day off when it's not raining, I would think) Cleaned the truck inside and out. It's a very attractive automobile. For a piece of shit car. If automobile was defined honestly in the dictionary if would say "constant source of annoyance and drain on the wallet." At least mine looks decent. And runs well most of the time. Gets crap gas mileage though. And the stereo blows. But other than that-can't complain. Right now. Ask me again on Thursday evening.

Bought the Complete Jeeves and Wooster DVD set today. It was on sale-50% off. I've seen it used at $70 and that's the best price I've seen. I got it for less than $40 and that's with shipping. So, yeah. That's nice. When I get depressed I've found that dramatizations of Wodeouse's best known characters oft times brings the cheer. I think it's how cute Fry and Laurie look in period costume. I'm a sucker for a man in antiquated dress. I spend money like I have it. I don't. I don't not. But I also don't. But by cracky-I can spend the motherfuckin' stuff I tells ya what. I do so love TV shows on DVD.

Last night being as it was St. Paddy's Day I went to the local and partook of the Jameson's Whiskey and the Pints of Guinness. There was a special. $3 each. At first I was just sitting in an empty bar watching endless overtime on the Vandy/Wash St game. People started trickling in a little after 7. A woman had a stack of CDs.
"I brought Irish music," she said.
"What kind of Irish music, eh?" I asked.
"All kinds of stuff--Cheiftans, some guy from Pittsburgh, Sinead O'Connor, Black 47.."
"Did you say--Black 47?"
"You've heard of them?"
"I am vaguely aware of their existence, yes."
So, my night was made. I had a best friend for the moment. I have no idea what her name was. The bartending dude didn't think my choices of songs were Irish enough. He wanted more "fiddle-dee fiddle-dee didle-dee dee" music. Oh well. The pints tasted good and the bar is good. And conveniently located.
After a lot of alcohol (more than I'd planned-less than I could have had) I needed a burger. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW G-DDAMMIT!!!!1!
I ate Krystal Burger for dinner. Really, really fast. Then I passed out watching an Elvis special on PBS. Then I woke up and wanted my last burger but some dirty rat had eaten it. My apartment has rats! It's the only possible explanation. Coupland looked very guilty because he didn't catch the fiend. That unmistakable aroma of bad hamburger on his breath was a coincidence. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Now I'm trying to organize my iPod video collection. That isn't nearly as easy as I would like it to be. Why do I have so many videos? Why do I keep acquiring more? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Nothing. I'm just a normal American type female with no social contacts whatsoever.