Once again, I am up way too late on a Sunday night because:

1. the porn is taking longer to download than usual.
2. chronologically, I'm old enough to watch Adult Swim, and Space Ghost is on.
3. Buffy's on at midnight and although I am more than capable of programming the VCR, it seems the more I want something taped, the more likely I am to somehow fuck it up, so I'm not taking any chances.
4. it's a sick, sad habit, as most habits are.
5. sleep is overrated, at least that's what I keep telling myself.

During my latest road trip to Minneapolis I concluded that:

1. mean people suck, especially ones that cause my d ones to doubt themselves.
2. the combination of bald tires + heavy rain has untapped potential as a terrifying amusement park ride.
3. the Mall of America is a poor example of both a mall and America.
4. I need to sleep away from home more often, just so I can sleep.
5. I still like Des Moines better, and I still can't believe I'm still saying that.

After watching the premieres of Alias and Buffy, I'm thinking:

1. is there even a question? Vaughn has it all over Will.
2. whoever dresses Anya is on crack/blind/late for a shuffleboard tournament.
3. I really ought to take up kickboxing.

Inclined to actually submit your guesses to me? Sorry, but you're:

1. clearly a dork.
2. missing the point.
3. not going to get anywhere with it.

Anyway, it's all of the above, and then some.