Friday, February 10, 2006
Le Friday
I'm not the only one. Everyone on the desk is still exhausted from the Grammys. I barely made it in on time. Last night I came home around 7:00 PM and passed out cold until 10:00 PM. I had weird, but colorful dreams as I burrowed under my enormous down comforter.
When I woke up I ate the last of my Atkins bars and wrote up some Valetines while listening to Herbie Hancock's Head Hunters. Yes, I sent out Valentines this year to my friends and ememies. Some of you may get them.
Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday. I used to always like it in school when we got to hand out Valetines. I think it's a nice gesture to tell people that you like them. Or maybe I'm just I'm a big softie.
Anyhoo, some news:
It's another sign of the Apocalypse: Barry Manilow's album debuts at Number 1.
A wheelchair-bound woman who weighs 37 pounds gives birth to a health boy.
Kelly Clarkson omits 'American Idol' from her Grammy speeches. Classy.
