I do not update in months,
and when I do it is only to express my giddiness
that I can confidently say
"Tomorrow night is Lost night."

Let's see, Greg and I got a dog (Ricky--
who is going through massive separation anxiety issues right now,
so it would be fair to say he is the dog for us,
who make sport of living in the same room all the time)

Oh yes, and Boston was invaded by aliens/bombs/idiots.

I am about to get rejected from several grad schools. Let's hope I get into one.

We both hate our jobs and would rather not go to them.
Do you know a way to work from home?
That isn't amateur porno?

...I said isn't