Yesterday when I was out running, I was looking into open windows (I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have that fascination at snooping in on other people’s lives if they are leaving their drapes wide open at nighttime) and saw a Christmas tree still up (or up already) and filled with lights.

Tonight’s Chuck Palahniuk.

I’m getting tired of my sandwich-making job, because we have all these kind of new guys and I’m goddamn tired of training them and I swear I have to work with them all the time.  They’re nice, and I get along with them fine, but I guess I’ve just reached my maxium capacity of handling frat-guyness.

Last night Bryan came home with a croquet set and about 50 flower pots and two tables and he had to wash everything off in the shower.  I’m not giving any other details, but that, my friends, is why we live together.