There's a quiz to take to see which lesser Simpsons character you are. I'm Krusty the Clown.

First moment I've had free today. It's so busy with the website wrapping up and now I've got catalogs with which to contend.

Now it's dark early and thoroughly depressing. Plus I've been so exhausted upon getting home at night I have had ZERO desire to clean or cook or move or any of the other things normal people do.

Actually did something last night. Went to Red Dragon with Shannon. It had been far too long since hanging out with her. So that was cool.

It's the premiere of 24 tonight.

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Random story:

Ryan Adams apparently was so pissed at a heckler that called for Bryan Adam's Summer of 69 that he jumped off stage, found the guy, gave him $30 and told him to get out of the theatre (Ryman). Then finished the show. Which is pretty much whatever since Ryan's notorious for pulling drama queen moments since Whiskeytown.

What's so funny is that everybody is writing articles about it. Like it's some scandal. I'm on the Whiskeytown Yahoo board, which I'll admit is pretty lame (I don't post) and about 6 articles have been posted regarding the brouhaha.

An article even appeared on Fark, with the unsurprising accompanying reader comments:

Ryan who? Alt-country what?
He sucks. Country sucks.
Ryan Adams is perhaps the greatest singer/songwriter out there today.
No really, he's good.

Somehow I get it into my head every year that I'll have a great Birthday and every year is a little different.

It's my birthday and I'll whine if I want to.

Last night, instead of watching the Twins lose 6-3, we watched The Bachelor, reality TV at its best. It was actually pretty good drama.

The funniest part was that my roommate knew one of the women on the show from his bartending days. And she was the whole reason for any drama whatsoever on the show. I mean this woman was just a nightmare. She was catty, manipulative, seductive... just a piece of work.

She got booted. So now the show's boring again.

I had a dream last night that I was in an office building looking out these windows—not sure what I was doing there—and all of a sudden a plane dropped out of the sky, landed in the middle of the city, and shot flames everywhere. Then suddenly planes were coming from everywhere and dropping onto the city. I think I made myself wake up. I didn't sleep after that.

The other dream was weird. I was in Alaska and had to get to where my parents were staying. And there was this long road of crushed rock that I had to go down. And instead of driving (or even walking) I had this short circular piece that I would stand on and have to walk on top of it, rolling it, down the road.

It was going well until I was stopped by construction. They were in the process of creating this path. They had piles of crushed tile and this big crushing machine. I couldn't get through because I would get stuck. I was waiting and waiting. Then the dream changed and now the weird transport vehicle was replaced by my old car. And we were now on this very steep slope. Then mom and Peter came and got me and we went to dinner. When we were driving back Peter lost control of the car and we start hurtling backwards. Then I woke up.

Weird.

I think I've contracted the plague. This week is not going as well as I had hoped. Maybe I am in denial about turning 25. Maybe it really does bug me and I just don't realize it.

It's my birthday week. Woo hoo.