Well last night was pretty mellow. It was a Friday night for me, even though it was actually Thursday. I took off work today, you see. Not that I ran out and sowed my wild oats, though that’s what Dwight Schrute was planning on doing on the Office. That basically what I did, stay and home and watched TV. Nothing special. My days of going out are fading fast, especially since no one else seems to want to go out. Perhaps they are, but they’re not inviting me. No, that can’t be it. I’m a worthwhile companion, suitable for parties or just conversation. But you knew that already.

Watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and of course they were funny. The R. Kelly Impersonator was the best bit I think. Jake Gyllenhall was also pretty funny. He seems like someone it would be fun to get jazzy with. I was recording My Name is Earl & 30 Rock at that time and watched The Office following Comedy Central. I know you know that the Office is really one of the funniest shows on TV right now. Actually the first two hours of prime time on Thursday nights for NBC really is an oasis of funny television.

It also opposite Ugly Betty which I really like. Didn’t get a chance to watch it on the computer yet. Faster speed at work and I’m hesitant to watch a herky jerky version of it. Actually I just tried to set the whole thing up but I need to install something and I fear that might take me away from you dear reader. Or is it deer reader? I have been getting some feedback from the antler set the past couple of when evers. They seem to be fans and were grateful that I did not publish the gruesome pic that Pedro sent me after hunting with his next door neighbor. I just hope they ate it.

Today was so so weather wise. I enjoyed sleeping past 6:00 though I did have to get out of bed to shut off the alarm on the cellphone. I set it so I wouldn’t forget it when I head off to work. I forgot to shut it off so that meant I stumbled out of bed, and somehow shut it off. Of course, my sleep was interrupted and having seen the sunlight I tried to fall asleep again with my head buried in the pillows and succeeded for about ninety minutes.

Chatted with Bill on the phone. He was worried that I was ill, having forgotten my taking an official day off. Poor guy has enough on his plate, even if I was sick I wouldn’t tell him. He did tell me about good old Elsie and Andy Capp. The latest shenanigans. When they’re not condemning Bill for being gay, they have no problem asking him for some moolah. Two parents in the house, one works (and I almost offered her a job where I work) and the other doesn’t work. A live at home dad, trying to get that elusive crooning career going despite being about 60 years too late. Dicks! The Pair of ’em!

Happy Birthday Brother Frank! Many more!