picking up dog shit, by hand, with a donated plastic bag (it is hard amassing enough plastic bags by my lonesome to accommodate my dog's ever-moving bowels);

charging $2,122.58 on my Visa;

writing $834.85 in personal checks (I am now what they call "in the red");

conversing with three people on why they have not met their column's deadlines;

confessing my newfound crush on Uma Thurman, post "Kill Bill" viewing;

learning that Elliot Smith has died ;

reading my horoscope in the Tribune, which gave me a 5 (out of a possible 10) for how my day was going to go;

and deleting 507 emails.