On a lighter note, going to the store today to pick up the staples. Milk, bread, Travis tickets, eggs, Dr. Pepper. I expect a show of near religious inspiration, on par with Coldplay at the Backyard, or American Beauty. I am ducking work for this, so it had better be good.

I am also pondering a haiku inspired by my roomate, who concocted the middle section in a fit of laughter. “I was a chinese sprinter.” Any thoughts? A little mini contest. e-mail me your best haiku using that line, winner gets a prize sent snail mail to you by me worth somewhere between five and ten bucks. Include what you might like to win along with your poem, and I’ll consider it.