which i think is brought on by the fact that i did something relatively nice today.

or it could be because i've gotta go to the bathroom.

i just went. to the bathroom. released about half a gallon i imagine. yet im still feeling good. yeehaw.

on my way back to the desk i was about to sit in the chair and i lifted up my knee to do that little swoop in on the chair move and my knee hit the edge of the desk.

that was one hell of a run on sentence.

but i hit the desk. i'm ok though, before i get all those emails asking how i am.

i watched the roseanne show last night at about 2 am.

good god almighty she has gone crazy. seriously.

she had a mouth on her forehead.

i dont know if it was construction paper pasted there or a lipstick drawing or a damn tattoo.

but it was there.

two lips.

and they werent even smiling.

i dont know if she's had this on before, seeing as how this is the first time i ever bothered to watch her show.

she's become one loud... person.

oh, and the line up of her guests were intriging: first, on the phone, was this guy who thought magnets were the key to reversing age and other such stuff. then she had on a lady who wrote a book, "you own your power" or some such nonsense. the lady could see... spirit guides. her spirit guide was an apache indian. sure. and, this is the kicker, her last guest was titus. from that titus show.

i would have killed my agent if i was him.

and that lady bothered me. i dont know what it was. i just dont trust her.

i am tempted to tune in more often, just to watch the progression of roseanne's insanity.

those lips were freaky.

god, now i'm going to have night mares about them.

and her.