I am surrounded by snowdrifts of Kleenex, like it's the dead of winter rather than the dead of spring. And it's not an allergy thing, either, it's the fact that it is warm during the day, so when it's cool in the morning, my nose just starts running like a faucet.

Aren't you glad that I'm telling you all this? "What do you learn from reading online journallers?" "Well, an awful lot about their various bodily secretions!"

So, this guy I know from my Randy Newman mailing list was on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I taped the show on Tuesday, but totally messed it up last night, because who knew that it would be on at 8p on one night and 10p on the next night? Not me, that's for damn sure!

I don't watch enough TV.

So, I missed seeing Anthony and his wife apparently win $32,000m but I got to watch them win about $200 the day before, which was pretty thrilling! Or not, you know. All I can say about that damn show, though, is that the only way to watch it is on a VCR so that you can fast-forward through all of that goddamn dull crap. It was made for the VCR.

I cannot even watch those first few questions, people seriously answering: "Is Superman known as the Man of

A. Aluminum
B. Steel
C. Marshmallow
D. Bulging Tights?"

Actually, that one was pretty funny, but mostly the questions under $1000 make me want to plunge long needles into my eyes, as dear old Mr. Mike used to say. And yes, I realize that railing about how boring Millionaire is is kind of, well, old, but I've never seen the show before, it's all new to me!

I am the epitome of not-hip, clearly. Pink hair or no.

I wonder when you will see this? 'Cause I still have no phone, you see. I have paid the bill and changed the cord, but there is no difference, I am dial-tone-free. But it's such a zoo at work this week, I am staying incredibly late every night, so I cannot even deal.

I feel like I'm Laura Ingalls out on the prairie. You know, except for the TV and the laptop and the electricity and the Pepsi and stuff. And the fast that I am in New Jersey. Other than that, we are living the same life.

Lenten entries missed:

Jackie broke a boy's heart, showed off some wonderful costumes she designed, and got a job.

Today's horoscope:
Nit-picking at work hinders your effectiveness. Streamline your flow of duties. Try to delegate some tasks.

One year ago today:
Hey, maybe that was one of those prophetic dreams! Nah, I have never had a prophetic dream in my life that wasn't about the most mundane thing imaginable.

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