In the CD player: "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage which fuels my half-hearted angst.
My Html Deficiency
I'm killing time before I can head down to my company's Christmas party without looking like a complete alki. So I go on my girl Dawn's blog and she has all these friends who have blogs too and I mosey on over to their sites. Big mistake. They're completely html-talented and now my glaring lack of html knowledge is even more apparent. I can almost feel my words screaming at me "Make us pretty dammit!! Bold and Italics aren't enough!!! Get off your ass and learn html you freak!!" *long sigh of a hungry person standing in a broken elevator who knows that a hot meal is waiting on the 28th floor*