It’s Monday (happy-happy, joy-joy!!).

The weekend was pretty good. Again with the sister and her man-toy on Saturday (dinner, Castle Risk, a bottle of red Zinfandel, and the obligatory laundry).

Sunday was spent, for the most part, in front of my computer. I picked up Master of Orion III on Friday and made an attempt at playing it. Apparently I need to read that 180 page manual again, as I had no idea wtf I was doing (it’s a tad more complecated that MOO2). Needless to say, the Ssakra handed my my ass on a plate (with a nice garnish on the side).

I did make a brief trip out of the house to Wall*Mart to buy a couple CD racks (my CD’s were scattered willy-nilly all around the house).

I love Wall*Mart!

When I’m feeling down and depressed, a trip there will always lift my spirits. Looking at all those other people who tend to shop at Wall*Mart exclusively make me realize that no matter how bad my life is… it could be worse. Missing teeth, bad skin, and trailer park livin’ mouth breathers abound there.

Can you tell my drugs are kicking in?

I also got my letter of recomendation for my Neurosurgon this weekend. I’ve been trying to call today, but apparently his assistant (who takes all the appointments) isn’t answering her phone. There is a message stating that she isn’t in today, but according to the operator, she is (the message is from last Friday). I’ll keep calling, hopefully someone there will tell her to switch her phone over so it will ring.