Mmm, the end of daylight savings time! It almost makes me feel like I wake up at a normal time! After all, I actually get to see the sunlight start to appear as I enter the officeplex in my cloud of coffee breath and cigarette smoke, sigh.
My weekend, you ask? While I was feeling a little down that Libby didn't get tasered and cuffed and that Rove has seemingly lived to fight another day, I did manage to drink my pain away (3 whole beers -- oy, pathetic!) with Mr. Hype and his consort. Then Mr. Pink and I topped the whole non-working experience with a heaping helping of football and whole wheat muffins and sock knitting yesterday. So, you know, I am less depressed than I might otherwise be sans constant scrolling footage of Rove in leg shackles on CNN.