Egads. At least I can say this much. Things are never boring around here. At least not for more than an hour at a time, at which point I can't stand it anymore and I make something dramatic happen.



This weekend for example. The Jewish Ski God. He's coming up here from Salem, Oregon. Tonight! In five hours.



Jesus. I'm already hung over and sleep-deprived and now I have to entertain a perfect stranger for the weekend. God, I hope he's cute.