Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!?!

-- Isn't it kinda strange that Karl Rove was born on Christmas Day? Does that make him the anti-Christ?

-- I need satellite radio for work. The desk I'm sub-ing at has an old clock/radio and the dial is far too slow for my station surfing. If I had satellite radio, I'm confident I could find a station that I wouldn't have to leave. And even if I did need to change the station, any radio that got satellite would probably have presets as well.

-- You know what would be great right about now? Pudding.

-- Life is unfair. An entire department is off on Fridays, so all my eye candy is gone for the weekend. But Ridiculously Hot Girl (the type that you actually think "they really make 'em like that?") came to pick up her paycheck today wearing a tank top and shorts. Not like an "I'm Going Out Tonight" tank top, but an "It's Really Humid Out, so I'll Wear What I Feel Like" tank top and sweat shorts. I have a thing for comfort (as mentioned in the Celebrity Crush edition of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot: Strikes and Gutters). I spent half an hour cleaning the drool off my desk. Cute Girl (much more my speed) has not stopped by yet.

-- I cannot wait for 5pm.

-- You know what else would be great right now? The Stones. Friday is generally a particularly good day for the Stones.

-- There's a Cubs game at 2:20 this afternoon. This makes me happy. Now if only I had a beer (preferably Old Style).