We just started watching Lost season 1 today. We're three episodes in. It seems like Locke knows a lot more than he's saying.

Best ever sign on a barrista's tip jar: "Thank you for supporting Counter Intelligence."

So we're staying at a hotel tonight. I'm tempted to steal the Gideon bible from the nightstand, just for the fun of it.

We went to the movies tonight to see Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. I expected it to suck, but it was ok.

Marketing brilliance: I don't know what Cloverfield is about, but I know I really want to see it.

While hurriedly dressing myself this morning, I somehow managed to smack myself on the back of the neck with my belt. Omen!

A man rarely feels more masculine than he does when he's beating the shit out of something with a hammer and chisel.

I called the collection agent about that hospital debt. Apparently the hospital received my final payment and told the agent "never mind."

Every Thursday I buy milk and juice at a gas station. I finally asked the woman there, Ute, how to pronounce her name. It's "OOH-tuh."