Are we looking at a lifetime of regret? Or just one little moment that I'll never forget?

I must echo fish in saying that I put on a green shirt today before I realized, oh yeah, it's st. patrick's day. Damnit. Of course, I realized this while sitting in a booth across from my Napoleon Dynamite date, waiting for my late lunch of a BLT. At least my green shirt was a pale lime green.

I had lunch date yesterday with a geeky sexy non-stranger that consisted of organic, wholesome, fresh, healthy fried chicken and rib tips. I just wish the person hadn't spent the whole time talking about orgies. Geez, a guy's trying to eat.

Last night I assisted in a flogging scene. There are worst ways to spend a Wednesday, that's for sure.

I'm supposed to be writing but my brain is still too cloudy from my nap. Maybe this is the best time to write. Maybe I should finish my reading instead. I should definitely stop eating this sugary easter candy. And definitely my new favorite band is Husky Rescue. (Entertainment Weekly described them as Scandinavian-flavored AIR if Olivia Newton-John did some of the vocals. And they're right!)