It's getting late. I am slightly drunk from half a beer (3 halves, maybe?) I can't think of anything to say, although today at least more than once I found myself in the position to say, "I should write about this!"

So I have been cruising around the internet, reading about the BLOGGIES, checking out knitting patterns and generally WASTING AWAY over here on the couch. I stumbled across an article about fancy supermarkets that caught my attention, since I have a dark, cold, smelly small crevice in a wall of one of the above mentioned markets of fancy that I frequently find myself in (as it is where I perform my job).

I particularly liked the part of the article where the former fat guy warns people to stay away from the middle of the store. Because of course there is, as Austin would prefer me to call it, a big space hole there.