Media: Not a damn thing.

Music: No.

Comedy: Nope.

Food/Drink: Everything Bagel. Tuna. Pork chops. Coffee. Water. Grand Marnier.

Family: Enjoyed the little gentleman immensely as he rapid-fire pointing at all things. “That! That! That! That! That!”. Took him to day care, which is a morning rarity for me. Chatted with Catherine, who was really hurting from her illness and the three shots she had to receive to hasten their healing.

Friends: The dudes at work. Little else.

Work: Busted ass on GUY.com articles. Got a DVD review up (ignored as fuck!).

Art: No.

Goodies: No sir.

Screenwriting: Nope.

Projects: Worked on some things, possibly a nice new one.

Minutia: Renn. Poor dude. On his birthday a family crisis.

Activity: Was a little beaten up from the marathon of Saturday.

Ailments: Fatigue. When Guy.com launches I’m going to sigh and collapse.

Shrink’s Chair: I know I’m a good dude and that the people who have me pegged wrong are either not paying attention or wanting to find fault… but I sorta wish I had the ability to be blindly cruel and not have to be accountable sometimes.

Asshole(s) of the Day: The sir who I’m doing a favor who then wasted an hour of my time thanks to incompetence.

True Trivia: I almost became a coffin salesman before deciding to get into the advertising business in the early 90’s.

Link of the Day: Talking Chop. A pretty damn solid Braves blog.

Looking ahead to tomorrow: A long day of the same. Not that I’m complaining.