Don't warn the tadpoles!

I feel like crap. Christ on a crutch! And I did something "good" this morning. I went the gym. I haven't been in a week, and I figured, I'll take it easy. So i did the cross training machine for 15 minutes, and at the end, I felt really, *really* good. Energetic, so I thought I'd run on the treadmill for ten minutes.

I managed 4 before I realized I was going to die. I haven't died yet, but since I'm expecting to, I'll e-mail the last COTW to someone so they can post it the day of my funeral.

It's because there was cute girl at the gym, wasn't it? I was sort of trying ot get her to notice me, even though I looked aweful.

And, speaking of cute girls, I had a dream I made out with one of the Olsen twins last night. We were in Greece. Hiding under a table. We were going to have sex, but then the dream changed to another horrible, "I'm working at Disneyland again, and they've changed the ride but didn't bother to retrain me," dreams.

And then ... *croaks*

a bird in the hand

It's not that I don't like Archie Kennedy or anything, but I'd rather read about Horatio with William Bush. So far, I've only found one really satifying story.

Does anyone have any links?

Van Helsing

If you want to see why I didn't like it, you can read my list of reasons Here