going to digest the backup dinner he threw together, run, then imbibe himself to sleep. i will NOT wake up in the middle of tonight, by god

bartlet didn't eat too much crock pot shards along with the stew. there was a fair amount of blood.

the euphemism for interceptions that he just read: the arm punt.

very untrusting of his newest coworker. She seems like a snake, and has an excuse for EVERYTHING...

beginning to become concerned. sleep during 4 of the last 6 work nights have been interrupted sometime between 2-4a or an innability to zzz

where his extra Karma points are for putting up with erin and Chip's bitching about lack of service last night...

that it mattered that Dungy is retiring, but it doesn't really matter since we're all going to be destroyed by the Yellowstone SuperVolcano

thanks to the Buzzsaw, i now know what a Panther Swipe is...

sad that he was offered a blumpkin this weekend, yet still has no good story to tell

to quote Patchwork_girl: watching the Golden Globes by herself and has things to say...so she'll plurk them.