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I finished Exit Wounds by Rutu Modan (who I didn't know was a woman) yesterday.
I started it the day before.
It's a thick, gorgeous, easy read that takes place in modern-day Tel Aviv, in the midst of suicide bombings. Despite the subject matter, the book isn't at all... horrific. It's just another way in which people can be affected by these things.


Heroes was alright tonight. I'm taping that show Journeyman and on Wed I'm taping Life and the new Bionic Woman. The first chick she fights is fucking Starbuck from Galactica. If that's not enough to get me watching, I don't know what is.

I want to bone Starbuck.

Today was depressing, but coming home made that go away a little bit. We played Super Monkey Ball. It sucks that I always win, though.

We watched a show on cartoon network in which the characters bowled. In the background, there was this:


There isn't much else. I hope work doesn't depress me tomorrow.
The new mattress comes in tomorrow.
I also have an emergency head shrinking tomorrow.
Lola hasn't peed on either of us since saturday.




ohhhhhhh this is so awesome