10:51. Damn...am I missing Dallas?
Nope. Not for another 9 minutes.
You think I'm joking. I'm not. The Nashville Network has reruns of Dallas, 11 am on weekdays. They're getting up to the point where J.R. gets shot, and seeing that I remember little to nothing of the event, I want to see him get his due.
Anyone remember the finale? J.R. facing off against the Devil, played by Joel Grey? What was up with that? The cheese factor was almost as big as the whole marrying-Mark-it-was-all-Pam's-dream thing. I hate the dream season. My family cheered when Pam blew up.
When my brother and I were finally allowed to stay up late, we watched Dallas. There was one t.v. in the house at the time, and it was either watch Dallas and learn to like it, or go do something else. We adapted.
Making coffee, watching Dallas. More later.

5:10 pm
Brunch with Mo at the Lakeview Lunch, a cool little diner I started going to when Sheryl (the ex-roomie) and I first got our apartment.
I then went and paid the cable bill (I bought a pre-viewed version of First Contact - Bad.), and went to Shopper's Drug Mart. My weakness is Shopper's, though nowhere as bad as Laine's weakness for the place. I picked up a few things (all required, of course...) and milk, and headed home.
Last night was a good one. Dave was pretty good, Mo was okay, and, well...Mo. Sarah was fun, too. I ended up sleeping at 3 am and heavily, until 9, when Sarah had to get up to go sell wine. Since I had some stuff to do today, I stayed up. Good thing too.
I should clean my room, but it keeps getting put off in favour of other things. Go figure. My room is mounds of clothing, pieces of paper, CD's, tapes, old shopping bags, disks. I can't find things. I can't tell if I've lost something, or it's in my room. I'm a total slob.
Tonight or tomorrow. I swear.
I think it's time to watch my new movie, and revel in the feeling that new stuff gives a person.
Yay, rampant consumerism.