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this has been the most useless reading week EVER. i don't think i could have wasted it more if i went down to florida and let frat boys fondle my beer-soaked titties.

let's review...monday, being socks's protector and saviour; tuesday, returned library books, saw fred with socks, had sushi; wednesday, taped the grammys; thursday, hung out with my brother's godson and bought fennel; today? oh, you KNOW it's going to be productive.

i think i'm going to have to eat crow today. i saw eminem's performance at the grammy's and you know what? i liked the story he told. i think he's a punk-ass bigot who hides behind the genre and the dialect, but he's creative. he's still nasal and frighteningly angry, but hey. who isn't these days, right?

my brother FINALLY LEFT...his vacation has coincided with mine, which has been very very very annoying.

i saw fred yesterday and we talked about very little of consequence, except he freaked me out at one point. i was showing him some pictures, and he looked at one of me, looked at me, looked at the picture, and asked "do you have sdjdfekropsis?"

"uhh, what's that?"

"wandering eye."

ACK! no way! i'm no jimmy smits! my eyes look STRAIGHT AHEAD.

"uhhh, i think maybe my eyes are slightly differently shaped...."

my brother says i probably just have jodie foster eyes, or "riker" eyes (jonathan frakes's character on star trek). yay. all this time i've been touting the symmetry-is-beauty hypothesis, and according to that theory, i'm fugly. dagnabit.

so that was this week.