FF, CD, KP

Hey, if you're looking to get into a fantasy football league at the last minute, please shoot me an email. Due to all kinds of crazy crap, our league isn't drafting until this Friday at 3 AM. The good folks at MSN must want to watch the sun rise in Sri Lanka before processing our picks; good for them. Any newcomers are nearly guaranteed a spot in the championship game, as neither I nor the rest of the participants have any idea what the hell we're doing.

I have one more announcement: to the last group of people who sent in requests for the Goulash Mix CD Challenge, I'll send out your CDs tomorrow. If I sent one to you and you haven't sent one back yet, I will find you. No disguise or silly accent will help on that late night when I bust your door down with my battering ram and yell, "MIX CD!" And really, at that point, do you think I'm leaving with only the CD? No way. I'm also taking with me your fancy silverware and any cheese products in your refrigerator. Would you really want to explain that ordeal to your roommates/neighbors? I don't think so; send in your CDs. (Clearly this doesn't apply to those who want to give me the CD in person or those who haven't actually received anything from me yet.)

If today's entry is brusque, you'll have to excuse me. Last night, something terrible happened and ever since, I've been unable to get my thoughts straight. You see, my cat went #2 on me. I'm not proud of it, but Octopussy was ill and it happened. It wasn't a long, drawn-out, massive affair, but a little bit of that stuff on my person goes a long way. I've washed and sanitized the area several times since, so my goal now is to move on. The one good thing is that it's really put sanitation in perspective. If I drop a granola bar on the floor or something, I now have no problem eating it; after all, it's not like I just got crapped on or anything.