Boot camp induced delirium.

-I am bagged from boot camp (bagged isn't a good enough word, I am bah-haaaaaaaag-ed-glerg) and feel I've completely blown the workout because I am sitting here inhaling cookies.   Dumdum.

-Hey, I watched the new X-Files movie.  It was my second x-files experience and I gotta tell you.  I'm not hooked.  Head transplants?  That was the premise?  HEAD TRANSPLANTS?  Sorry if I've spoiled it for you.  

-Stouffer's frozen BBQ chicken pastry thingers are pretty gross.

-So I'm out of mint Bailey's.  I'm pretty sad about it.  I'm fairly certain that Listerine & milk are just not gonna cut it in my hot chocolate.

-Well then.   I think I'll go outside and shovel the driveway (and by 'go outside and shovel the driveway', I mean 'watch a recorded episode of 3o Rock').

-The boy just called.  Turns out the car died.  Hip Hip Zaroo.

Yep.  That was a waste of time.