Well folks, it’s a cold, wet, dark, rainy and SCARY Friday out there.  Very Halloween-y.  Although I don’t particularly like Halloween, I do like miserable fall days like this.  Just one of the charming quirks of my personality, heh.

It’s a short day at work for me.  I’ve got a lunch date with my Paypal, no idea where we’re going, and then I’m going downtown to vote.  As I mentioned a few days ago, GA allows advanced voting, which I’m going to take advantage of so as to avoid the long lines on election day.  “They” are predicting up to 6 hour waits on election day, which I think is hyberbolic malarky, but it does illustrate the fact that it’ll be a madhouse that morning. And I’m thinking that on such a craptacular day as today, the lines will be proportionately short.  So I’m equipped with an extra sweater, an umbrella, a book, and a pushy attitude.  She is fast and thorough, And sharp as a tack, She’s touring the facility, And picking up slack.

I’m looking forward to our Indian feast tonight.  It’s been entirely too long since I’ve enjoyed some naan and saag paneer.  When I worked at Cornell I probably went to Indian buffet for lunch a couple times a month or even once a week.  Of course, someone (I won’t say whom but he’s a boy with a girl’s name and a penchant for convincing me to do very, very bad things, usually involving huge vats of alcohol, molasses and feathers) was always dragging me there and I, weak as I am in the face of unlimited tandoori chicken, could never say no.

There’s been very little time to watch TV lately.  I wish I could expound on my reactions to the various new shows, but I’m at least two weeks behind, which means that my opinions count for nothing.  I need to get caught up so that I can accurately analyze the various plot twists (or lack thereof).  Hopefully this weekend I’ll have a chance to catch up!

Think fast thoughts for Ray and Michael on tomorrow’s race.  Michael’s going for sub-18 minutes.  He’s racing, and pacing, and plotting the course.  He’s fighting, and biting, and riding on his horse.  He’s going the distance, he’s going for speed.  He’s going the distance, he’s going for speed.

Have a nice weekend, y’all.  Stay dry (unless wet’s your bag).