It's Thursday night, Mandy. Do you know where your pillow is?

answer: no. i haven't been sleeping much. my east-coast work schedule (read: wake up at 530 or 6 and work for 6 hours) coupled with a west-coast ride and social schedule = no sleep.

on another note...here's some shameless self-promotion.


okay, end self-promotion.

sleep well, america. i'm off to berkeley tomorrow to rediscover hippie culture, drink some peet's coffee, ride my bicycle, and hang with the vanderkitten kittykrew. it's gonna rock!

on a less-related note: while standing in line at rite-aid yesterday (be sure to shop there: they sponsor a pro cycling team!!!!), i saw that the national enquirer has the first published photos of hell. this makes me feel better. at least i know what my destination looks like. now i can decide if i want to change my behavior to alter which side of the heaven/hell allocation i deserve. if it sucks (like yuma, az), then perhaps i'll join the nunnery after all. anything to avoid yuma.