The week has not gotten better. It's hitting a plateau. Last night was heinous weather and it took eternity to get to Tara's house. I was late for lunch with Jay, but we went and it was good. I offended an old man for sport.

I'm excited for Saturday, the Apples to Apples tourney. Paul will be there, as will good Ian and possibly Jay. There won't be any Aaron Shute, but he'll hopefully be getting former love of life tail. And if all goes according to plan, Scott will be the only one (to the best of my knowledge) who hasn't.

Vega and I took a nap today, but you have no idea how difficult it is to sleep on a couch with a pug. They are a) the most inconsiderate small animals, space wise, b) twitch a lot in their sleep, and c) are physically constructed to snore louder than Leatherface's Chainsaw. But she was warm and snuggly, so I guess it will be ok once the rash goes away. (I'm allergic to dogs).

I need another nap.