Speechless

I saw a commerical today. In fact, it was a two minute infomercial. It was for the BustMaster. I shit you not. The BustMaster basically is a aerobic type resistance device that lifts, centers, and tones a woman's upper region. Lewis Black would probably see this and have a stroke (with a smile on his face of course). I...don't know....what to say.

I have finally found my costume. Out of the Enchanted Woods comes my donkey and I. Yes, I will be appearing this weekend as Shrek. I found the costume in Colerain at a seasonal store. It is a mask of Shrek's head and a "villager" outfit that would be complete with a mug of grog and a feathered hat. I really want someone to go as my donkey. Let's see if anyone is still costumeless.

Nyquil rocks you. HARD. I took some last night to stop my cough and didn't realize its effects. Apparently, a Starbucks coffee does not cancel out the Tequila like ability of NyQuil. I went to the library to study some Econ and was met full on by a wave of sleepiness. After twenty minutes, I realized that I was going to wake up there if I wasn't careful - so I went home. Slept like a log.

Also, I installed my adapter today in my Jeep for my iPod. Actually, Bass helped me, but I held the flashlight and the tools. It is hidden and pretty neat; I now can play my music directly into my stereo.

Time to go to wal-mart for shrek pants. maybe brown stuff for my donkey. later.