Let me just say that you are all invited on my new boat. Technically, it's not mine yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to win it. Me and my honey were walking in the Marina and there was a big boat there with a woman sitting next to it who looked like she was freezing. She enticed me to putting in a raffle card, no, more a game of skill, with questions such as "Who faces forward when you are towing someone while water-skiing". Naturally, I aced the quiz, so I'm pretty much figuring the boat is mine. Of course, I still have to technically win it. But when I do, we're all going to have boat drinks together.

Lately my honey has been going to school full-time again. Which means every day at 5:30 the alarm clock goes off and I feel like vomiting. Then when I come home, I put on an apron and begin dusting. She doesn't get home until 10 pm, when I feed her dinner and look at the four color glossy photos from her Anatomy textbook and have panic attacks about my mortality. But she seems very happy, with all the foreigners she's going to school with. And I am looking forward to a time in 2007 when this is all over with. Hopefully by then I won't have ruined all the laundry. But I did getting a start ruining it this week when I did a few loads, dried her bra and shrunk it up like a fig (plus discolored it).

It is currently the outset of labor day weekend, which means pretty much nothing around here, but two days ago my company had a sort of party where they rented out Pacific Bell Stadium and there was only about 300 of us there. Plus they hired some of the Giants (the local baseball team out here) to pitch some balls at us. It all kind of felt like an annual spring party, even though it's not spring, it's almost fall, but you'd never know on this godforsaken rock where the weather never changes.

I am currently reading The Corrections, by Jonathan Franzen. Which my honey told me was stupid and sexist and bad, which is sort of true, but mostly what I keep thinking about is how many copies it sold and how I wish I could write a book that would sell so many copies. To that end, I am working on being more sexist and bad at writing and mean. It seems to be paying off.