Jesus, Jude, and just plain tired
I received the coolest early Christmas present today at work. Robin, a former co-worker, sent me a Dashboard Jesus - it’s a plastic Jesus figurine on a spring that you can mount on the dashboard of your car. Currently, he’s sitting atop my television, looking down at my computer and making sure that I don’t surf for porn or use bad language. Thanks Robin! I love it!
Apparently, Jude Law has been named People’s Sexiest Man of the Year. My reaction - meh. I thought he was fabulous in eXistZ, but I haven’t seen anything else he’s been in. Besides, I find him prettier than I find him sexy. It’s not so much, “Wow - he’s dreamy!” as it is “Wow - I’d kill for those cheekbones!”
And after being up really late every night last week and this weekend, consuming vats of coffee, and helping Karen move, I’m exhausted. I’m so tired it’s not funny. (And, somewhere, Karen is reading this and hollering, “Whaddaya mean, you’re tired? I’m the one who moved!” And she’s right - she has much more to be tired about than I do. But this is my blog, so I get to be more tired than her - at least here.)
Right. Normal and coherent posting should resume at some point after the weekend. It’s not that I won’t post before then - I just can’t guarantee that it will not be rambling and incoherent, much like this one has been.