I just finished cooking dinner.  And cleaning up the kitchen.  Gold star for me.

Nothing new is really going on.  Went to San Francisco for APhA annual meeting.  Went to Omaha for the Midwest Residency Conference.  Went to Chicago for a metabolic syndrome conference.  I work a lot.  What an exciting life for a 24 year old.  Oh well.  I figure in July I'll have a quarter-life crisis and go back to being exciting.

Wow, it's been a while.

Last weekend I went to Tucson to see Jared and meet his fiance, Amber.  I also got to see Nate and Bri and John and Holly.  It was good to spend time with everyone again.  Saturday night we grilled out and sat around and reminisced about pharmacy school.  I don't think we'll ever get tired of telling the same stories.

The new Hy-Vee opens Tuesday and everyone in town is going apeshit.  I have to be over there on grand opening to pass out pharmacy brochures, yay.

Harry the Hyundai is doing well, he guzzles a bit more gas than Sally but I forgive him.  Sally is still sitting in my parking lot, being neglected.  We need to take the tires off and give them to Lynnsey and put the stereo in Dad's truck.

Lynnsey's cat has been living here since January.  Evidently it's staying here until August.  Yay.  Fucking cat.  Lynnsey's been over here about as much as the cat has, taking up residence on the couch and enjoying my collection of pop culture magazines.

I killed Sally.

Poor thing.  Last week I spun 1 & 1/2 times on Collins Rd and hit the median facing the wrong way.  Yikes.

So now I have a new car...Harry!

Harry the Hyundai Sonata.  I think it's funny there's also a controlled substance named Sonata, it's a sleeping pill.  Now I'm like the Kanye West song..."I won the Super Bowl and drove off in a Hyundai"  tee hee

I'm at work right now, and it is f'in boring.  I'm so sick of Christmas music I could poop.

Dear Red Sox organization,

What the f**k were you thinking, letting Johnny Damon go to the Yankees?  Welcome to another 86 year draught.

Sincerely,

Knockers.

Dear Johnny Damon,

What the f**k were you thinking, going to the Yankees?  I hope your neck gets cold without that long hair.  Butthead.

Sincerely,

Knockers.