Just watching an episode of Dateline, taking place in New Orleans, of course...seeing Harry Connick Jr. taking off his shirt and putting it on an old man stuck on his porch, then carrying the man to the boat was possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I knew there was a reason I've always liked the guy...and now that I've seen his bare chest...oh my......

My sinuses are completely dried up today...its driving me nuts.

I absolutely HATED having to go to work today...I think I really needed one day to crash at home. This sounds strange, especially since Scranton is a yearly thing for me, but it was weird going back to work today, having to put up with girls in the office I despise, and seeing nothing but derelicts and people who can't speak a lick of English all day long. The only foreign language I heard for the last three and a half days was French and most of the people I saw looked like they showered on a daily basis. It was actually nicer looking at strange white trash Pennsylvanians than it is looking at the residents of Passaic. I think I need a change of location or something. I need to win the lottery now.

Trying to get caught up on four days of newspapers I haven't read yet, stacks of magazines that came in the mail, and sorting out bills. I'll never get caught up with any of this stuff, I swear.

Hoping this week goes fast....