I may not have a hangover, but I’m certainly feeling sluggish. Thank goodness I set my alarm clock’s volume to maximum or I might’ve slept all the way through work — which I do for ten hours today (joy). Last night was a lot of fun — seriously, it helps in watching a film like Snakes to have wise-cracking mo-fos who aren’t afraid to speak up during the film. Is it supposed to be a horror? ‘Cuz I was laughing too hard to be scared. It was, if this is possible, even a better experience than seeing the film in the theater — and, yes, it does look Sammy L.’s Taser had a purple f/x — his Beretta shoulda been purple, too.

Time to head out to work. If I get home in time, I might even police the empty-beer-bottle filled kitchen out to the dumpster.

Oh, yeah - mental note for moi: next time a lot of possibly maladjusted computer geeks are coming over, hide your laptop and desktop tower to prevent (I highly recommend you not click on this following link, it scarred me - and scared me) this from becoming your default home page. That is, for those of you haven’t clicked on it, completely 100% NOT SAFE IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FOR WORK OR PERSONAL LIFE, and you can thank this fellow. My new wallpapers — quickly changed — were along the same lines. Oh, the horror.

Between finishing my last quiz for the Shakespeare minimester (tomorrow is the last class and the final is Tuesday) and watching the return of Battlestar Galactica in just under twelve hours, I’ve got a busy fuckin’ night ahead of me.

This is what I changed my wallpaper to. I won’t show what it was before I changed it — scarred, I say, scarred for life. This is what my wallpaper used to be.

But then I’m like, “Why bother? It’ll just get dirty again!”

However, that line of th’nkin’ didn’t keep me from cleaning my apartment. I had some friends over last night to watch Snakes on a Plane (which is why all those weird non-living-room chairs are out). To prove that I did indeed clean the ever lovin’ shit out of my apartment (a neighbor, watching me walk out into the freezing cold with two bags of trash in a t-shirt and gym shorts, asked me if I was getting a jump on spring cleaning, I told her, “No, I’m a procrastinator: I’ve been meaning to do this since last April!”), here is some photographic proof:

Oh, who am I kidding? I didn’t do all this. These guys did. Thanks, Army of Lego! You guys did a heck of a job.