Tonight

I will be spending the night at my parent's place trying to get some R & R and kick this cold. It's my own fault really. I was the one who thought it was a good idea to go out drinking the past four days, immune system be damned. Whatever: work hard, play hard (perhaps the gayest personal mantra ever).

Anyways I'm at home in the Ville, caught myself a much needed end-of-week nap and had some quality home-cookin'. I figured watch a DVD and lull myself to sleep when, "what do we have here?" I do declare, my baby has detected a wireless signal emanating from whereabouts unknown. Oh sweet, sweet glorious wireless connection. How I love to siphon you. And to think all time at home used to be known for an abundance of Dunks and the occasional Frostee.