I'm avoiding taking a shower and getting into bed for no good goddamned reason. I should have gone to bed pretty much immediately upon hitting the door, but I decided to wash some towels first because all the towels were filthy. Then I turned on the TV and saw that Jason Priestly's Barenaked Ladies doc was playing on Starz!, so I sat down and watched that. I was almost immediately joined by the cat, who probably knows what the fuck happened to the Stunt CD that I bought last year, the fuzzy motherfucker.

Then I waltzed up here to send an email to the SbN crowd telling them to watch Smallville. I figure, why not? The show rocks. 'Sides, supposedly Tom Welling is all steamy when it comes to the teenage chick and homosexual male demographic. (Not fitting either, I'm just repeating what I've read...) Besides, nobody else I know appears to watch it, so I'm feeling kind of alone out here. Psychoboy insists Welling, if not the entire show, is an abomination. Clearly, we live in very different fantasy worlds.

All right...it's passed time I hit the mattress. Off to shower...