I'm clean, fresh out of the shower.

My bedroom is clean. The floor's clearly visible, there's no obstructions between the bed and the television, or, really, anywhere else. I've even decided to give that fucking dresser another chance.

Of course, there's a whole lotta shit packed into the closet and I still haven't dealt with the vast majority of the horror that's lurking underneath the bed. I'm pretty sure I murdered anything that was bordering on sentience, though.

Rescue Me is still a trip. Over There is turning out to be as awesome as expected. Starved and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia start tonight.

Not sure if I'm gonna fall asleep listening to KROQ or NPR.

Ever walk a route so many times that you always think the same shit every time?