the creeping crud

Lest I be fined $1000 or thrown in jail or something equally traumatizing, I had to make an emergency trip into the city today to 60 Centre Street and prove to the City of New York that I am now a resident of the Borough of Brooklyn.

(I have to admit, it was a little amusing walking up those steps that I've seen Benson & Stabler ascend on many occasions.)

Somehow my iPod cracked up and showed only Chinese characters when I awoke this morning. I fixed it but it worried me for a second. Can I just blame Mercury?

I did laundry last night. Ate some lentils. Watched "The Wire".

Things seem kinda boring, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it's just the slow work week juxtaposed with the busy weekends I've been enjoying as of late.

Tonight brings trivia but, sadly, more than half the team has dropped off. A good number of people aren't able to attend the potluck and I'm (sigh) close to cancelling the whole thing.

Cranky moods are so unattractive, I know.