Wednesday morning in Suburbia

Humpday in suburbia. The grass is green, the trees are being massaged by the morning breeze.

I'm sipping coffee during my last minutes in the morning, before I had to work.

Sascha the Cat must have been partying too late last night. He didn't curl into bed with me until I was reaching my semi-natural state of consciousness. As such, I realize how he "rolls me" in the morning in order for him to have more cuddle space on my right side. He wedges his nose in the corner made by my body and my mattress, and burrows. I suppose, while I'm unconscious, I just roll over onto my back. Previously, there had been some doubt as to whether I roll on my back of my own volition, or if it was feline-induced. Today was more evidence for feline-induced.

Last night's Veronica Mars was quite good. I guess we have 5 more episodes left until the chilling crescendo of this story. Veronica and her father appear to be starting to collude a bit. Though he has to do it now that his daughter is in danger.

No problem! Wolfawitz will take the helm!

World Bank: U.S. Deficits may hurt economy may hurt others.

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Another lovely day in Sacramento. I'm enjoying the saving of the daylight. More sunlight pleases me.

I hit the gym after a busy day of work. The next few months will be a hoot.

I will still make time to hit Alameda to show my old friend S'ven my new car. He's looking to get a new car, as well. And he's interested in the Prius.

I think my director is becoming unmoored.

My coworker, Cupcake, a crusty white male, wants to get a personal license plate for his mustang. I suggested "Mustizl", or GzlTzl. Actually I wanted him to do the LzlGrzl. But he doesn't seem enthused about that. My coworker is an aging Wigger.

Upon arriving home, I engaged in some talking of the smack, and ate some consummables.

Okay, time for some drum practice.

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Lost is one hell of an intense episode tonight.

I can see what shaunathan was saying.