[pardon the fact that this is salvaged from my memory. blogger died (and i mean died) right when i hit the post button. i was unable to retrieve the previous draft from my browser cache. on with the show]

you ever just start the day on the wrong foot? well that's the boat i was in, today. i woke up, took care of the morning rituals (forgetting the orange juice until after i brushed my teeth, again), and jetted out the door. i stopped by the atm next to the coffeeshop to get some cash for lunch and coffee. that's when i discovered i had left my wallet at home in my other pants. feeling like a dumbass, i jumped back into the car and headed back to the house, almost getting in at least three accidents on the short ride home (idiots + rain + cars = trouble). i ran upstairs, grabbed my wallet, and explained to clyde what the hell was going on. she likes to be kept in the loop. .

when i finally got to the coffeeshop, i was already running late for work. i headed in and one of the two beautiful coffeeshop girls was working. i didn't even have to order. nothing like walking into a place and having a beautiful girl give you exactly what you want, with a smile, and saying "have a good morning, brian." that's fucking life, i tell ya. when i walked outside, i realized i was late to work, and suddenly i didn't care at all. that's the easiest way to deal with that "running late" stress: just stop caring. if you keep giving a fuck that you're running late, you're gonna have those running late jitters all fucking day. everything will feel rushed and hectic. slow it down. stop caring. you know the rules: don't let anyone know you give a fuck.

i've decided to go ahead and give the girl the christmas gift i bought her. this is really for two reasons (a) i'm not the kind of guy to buy something for someone based on the fact that i really like them, and then take the gift back just because the other person is being flaky and (b) i can't take it back, anyway. it's most likely a completely inappropriate gift at this stage in our non-relationship, but i figure i'll give it to her anyway. i have to maximize my dumbass factor, after all. besides…i already told her i got her something. once again: dumbass factor at work.

i still haven't won a free sprite.

that superchunk review is up at 75 or less.

here's the unreleased trailer for the new david fincher movie (still forthcoming, as well), panic room. i'm reserving judgment.

i keep feeling like i have something to do this week, aside from the whole "be a moron with the girl" thing. i just can't remember what the hell it is. hrm. oh well.