Its 2009 now. Went to Nick and Lynn's house last night, it was a nice time. Probably my favorite part was the guy in the Fender thermal undershirt who would come up and say annoying things. I stopped and got Steve some Sour Patch Kids along the way, but as it turns out, he didn't even really want Sour Patch Kids. I couldn't have guessed that though, considering he sent me a text that said "if you come down bring some sour patch kids".
When I woke up this morning, it was a very happy and then sad time. I was at first happy that Andre did not go to the bathroom in the living room on his first night of officially being allowed to stay in the living room at night. My joy was then quickly shot down when I realized that Jeremy the Goldfish had died. I said a prayer and gave him a proper burial. I am going to miss that little guy. I also feel bad for Lil' Mama, who is now swimming alone. I'll give her some time to grieve, and then consider getting her a new bowlmate.
I'm glad the first thing I did on the internet in '09 was blog. I had a dream about being at a hockey game where a puffin took a penalty shot. He obviously scored, mostly because the bird that was playing goalie came out way too far to try to cut off the angle.
I didn't know this before, but there was a Pittsburgh Women's hockey team called the Pittsburgh Puffins.