so you think it is funny that we're in florida and there is a hurricane named charley headed right for us? i do. actually, it isn't heading for us- it is heading for the gulf side and we are situated nicely on the atlantic side. doesn't matter, we're doing what we always do when we are inside; monster watches tv, gnu plays video games and i fuck around on the interweb. yesterday we hit the beach and it was absolutely gorgeous. today i ate some bad crab-encrusted grouper that ended up being mostly mayonnaise. i got sick and then refilled my stomach with swedish fish, my new favorite candy.

later, we watched kill bill 2. i liked it better than the first one, it is all a big love story- (isn't that always the case) and uma kicks ass. i'll never get why ethan hawke cheated on her. dumb, dumb man. i liked david carradine as well- did you ever watch roadside prophets with adam horowitz from the beastie boys? david carradine is in that too. drops a big ball of opium into a hookah and says "smooooke" and then everything turns black and white.

it is 2 am EST. i tried to go to sleep but couldn't so i flipped between "cold case files" and "driven- usher". i habitually watch stupid things on television late at night. i don't give a shit about usher yet i watched an hour on his life. maybe i'm just delaying going to sleep because i keep having nightmares that i'm forced to return to my former job and sit in the gray cubicle. seriously- that sounds funny and all but i have to keep reliving my dreaded trek down the gray and orange hallway every god damned night. i think i'm suffering from post traumatic stress disorder brought on by corporate asshole enslavement. okay, well it wasn't enslavement because they paid me but i swear they were trying to suck my soul out and figure out a way to turn it into diesel fuel. maybe tonight i won't dream that same dream. i can hope.

tomorrow, perhaps i'll get to experience my first hurricane. i hope the air conditioning stays on because the boys get antsy without electronic entertainment. and when the boys get antsy, all hell breaks loose.

oh yeah, i'll have to tell you about the giant, fish eating crab we saw last night.