Sunday night snippets

Sunday dinners at my parents' have become a regular thing. They feed me beef, so I can't complain.

It's Toph's fault my site now has ads, but if people click on said ads I get money. I've made almost $2 in the two days. Pretty soon I can quit my job and retire.

I was supposed to go to Elizabeth's boyfriend's housewarming party last night, but Elizabeth got sick (thank you, booger-eating children) so I ended up home alone and bored again. I really need to be more socially aggressive.

West Wing needs to get its ass back on the air. Too many weeks off and I'm going through withdrawal.

While the walls in my apartment are for the most part very good, they haven't been blocking out the late-night rhythmic thumping of my upstairs neighbor. Just another friendly reminder that people who aren't me have sex.