waking up on a thursday isn't nearly as bad as on a wednesday. the only problem i had with today is i woke up from a dream about an ex-girlfriend (or was it a new girl? could be one and the same…) and had to piss like a racehorse. unfortunately this was a half hour before my alarm is set to go off. curses! by the time i get up and walk downstairs and take a leak and get all the way back upstairs and into bed, i've wasted five minutes and i'm kinda awake. and then i only have 25 minutes until the alarm goes off. so i tried to go back to sleep, but i'm pretty sure i failed miserably until about one minute before the alarm clock went off. curses again!

so i left the house and had a big mocha on my way into work. coffee makes everything better:

coffee = happy brian

but…

coffee + two hours at work = hungry as fuck brian

yeah…a little math for that ass…

jon pointed out this cool little website. i've been dicking around on there for most of the day. i think they're reaching pretty far on some of their references, but it seems fairly accurate, otherwise. this led to a discussion of the fact that i have one of the original tape copies (that came out a year or so after the 7") of polly wog stew somewhere around the house. probably in one of my boxes o' crap that i never bothered unpacking for one reason or another. we also decided that the beastie boys are now nothing but watered down old men. it doesn't seem like they'd even put up a fight for the right to party, these days.

all of this beastie boys talk, and i'm listening to pink floyd. this is never a bad thing.

last night i finally settled down to watch a full episode of greg the bunny. it's not a bad show, but it's nowhere near as good as the original ifc shorts (thanks to tim for the link). at least warren is still an egotistical alcoholic…

did i mention that pepsi tastes like fucking toilet water? well…consider it mentioned. this shit is gross. i'll take the pepsi fuckin' challenge any day of the week.

yeah…that's it. i got nothin'…