Not so much, today. I actually have something strangely akin to a social life in store for me this weekend. Tonight I'm meeting friends for dinner and then going to see the Blue Man Group. Tomorrow is my monthly lunch date with the rest of the crazy cat ladies, and tomorrow night I'm going to work the box office in exchange for free admittance to the latest play offered by one of the theatre groups I work with. It's a Martin McDonagh play, all full of dark, disturbing, twisted humor, and featuring the acting talents of several of my friends. The last few weekends I have truly not left the house after getting home Friday evening, so hopefully this will be a nice change of pace. I've kept Sunday afternoon free for napping, so I should be okay. Hee.
Strangely gelatinous canned luncheon meat of the day: "A cargo bay behind an eggplant reads a magazine, and some diskette negotiates a prenuptial agreement with a worldly fairy."
Well, that's some giant eggplant, I guess. And some talented (and frighteningly sentient) cargo bay, able to read and all. And while certainly a worldly fairy would insist on a pre-nup, I don't get what any of that has to do with a weight loss supplement.