As some of you may know, when someone uses Google to find my site, I can see the search terms they type in. Often, it's quite amusing. Jen and I have a running contest. I win today, squirrel:
Somebody (obviously very disturbed) Googled "tight jeans nice ass rino toe," and was led to my site.

Ummmmm, yeah, get yourself a shrink, dude.

To wit, the name of our guide in Italy was Rino; I often speak of jeans; I probably use the word ass a lot; though I don't recall speaking of toes.

Suddenly all my junk mail is in Chinese. Does anyone else with Gmail have this problem? I had another boring, relaxing weekend, which I suppose is appropriate given the fact that it's the first weekend I've been home in almost a month.

On another note, I am reading a truly divine book—I'll Let You Go, by Bruce Wagner, per the recommendation of the dapper JPS. After I finish this tome, I'm going to inhale the rest of Wagner's novels.

Right now I am listening to The View, about to begin my stretching in preparation for the gym. There is something seriously wrong with this picture, people.