Other things I can use to distract me:
Wine party at Meg's house - Saturday we're going to Meg's to drink wine because she basically buys wine by the gross and then realizes she needs to have people over to drink it. I am totally fine with this habit of hers. This is exactly how we were all invited via text message: "Wine, meatloaf, chix noodle on news party. Meg's place. March 19 @ 7pm." Some explanation: Our friend Chicken Noodle (yes) was on the news (yes).
Tax return - Seriously I better get a tax return this year. I need it to fund my campaign to stop the remake of "Short Circuit" from happening. Because what. the. fuck. That's not even the right story. A little kid from a broken family? Um hello-ET already did it. And better. Plus-no offensive Indian stereotype? No Ally Sheedy? No GUTTENBERG!? Go to hell, Hollywood! And so help me God if some young girl with a symbol in her name or a young guy with girl hair takes a break from filming their Disney or Nickelodeon show to remake El Debarge's "Who's Johnny", I...I don't even...someone will die. I mean that's the only logical conclusion. Someone will have to die.
March Madness - This is it, you guys. This is my year. I am going to win the whole damn thing. Then I will write a poem about how awesome I am as opposed to how angry I am. I will probably still talk about hookers and taking it up the butt, though. I want my parents to be proud of me.
Greatest email ever?
Greatest email ever.