I Skipped Monday

Yes, I did, and I don't regret it at all. I told Carolyn I was ready to paint eyes on my eyelids to see if anyone would notice, and she just snorted and said I'd been watching the Pirates of the Carribean trailer too many times. As if that were at all possible.
I spent the weekend searching my apartment, up, down, over and under. I now have exactly zero overdue books. I count that as a great moral victory. I also found where KD hid my porn. I assure you, that had nothing to do with why I didn't write my post. Maybe.
In related news, I have broken out my blender in honor of summer. Now, admittedly, the beer slurpee was ill-advised, but I still think it can be done. For the moment, I shall stick with traditional frozen drinks...except I have this nifty recipe for frozen vodka lemonade, and I *think* I can make an artic snakebite...ok, so it's just going to be a repeat of last summer's disasters, but I drink all the mistakes anyway, so there's no alcohol going to waste.
And Munch needs to stop calling me, because the sky is not falling and the endtimes are not upon us. I can't even make out what he's saying in half of these messages; all I could make out was the word "pretzel." I don't even think I wanna know.