You know, I'm going to feel awful now if anything actually happens to Rehnquist. As for Brad Pitt, poor bastard had viral meningitis. Jeez.
I'm a tuckered puppy. I didn't do much today, frankly. Talked to someone who's willing to interview me, but likely doesn't have any work for me. Hobbled around with Mr. Angry Toe. Had dinner with the Sasquatch at Austin Grill (my treat for a change) and then drooled over books at Barnes & Noble. On the uber-discount table, we discovered a pile of copies of this once-pricey tome:
Four bucks and change for this big freaky coffee table book full of b&w photos of the fake crime scenes from L&O. Mr. Sasquatch bought a copy for me - and one for him. It's got a great design concept. Pretty awesome. I intend to dig into it now with a handful of Bing cherries and some ice cold seltzer water. It's the little things, isn't it? Crime scenes, fresh fruit and bubbly ice water. Ah yes, life is good.
Thankya, Barnes & Noble. And thankya, Sasquatch. Thankya big big!