Early Saturday afternoon status:
Activity: Cleaning my apartment.  I must be nervous about the date tomorrow night.  My roommates (when I had them) were very amused that whenever I was having Female Issues™, I would start cleaning, and it’s a habit that seems to have been firmly written into my DNA since I’ve been doing it for several years.  My old roommates also thought that behavior was awesome because they benefitted from my angst — I sometimes suspected that they would either convince girlfriends to fight with me or persuade women not to go out with me just so they could have a clean place to live in.  Oh, and I’m also doing laundry.
Listening to: The Angus soundtrack, which I love and also really love this highly underrated movie, but no one else seems to have heard of it.  Wait… wait… CD just ended.  Now booting up The Go! Team.
Annoyed at: Two things.  One is the fact that I actually spent two hours of my life watching Smokin’ Aces last night… I was not really all that entertained, and it wasn’t that good, and I saw the first major plot twist coming a mile away — although I was surprised that my friends didn’t.  (The second twist, not so much, but I still wasn’t impressed.) I’m not recommending this one.  The other is the stupid Linksys wireless router I bought two weeks ago, the damn thing keeps dropping the connection to the point where I have to unplug it and try to keep resetting it for half an hour before I get the connection back.  I’m returning it and I’ll wait for the new shiny Airport Extreme to come out.  (Thanks, Nicole!) Oh, and I also am not so pleased it’s drizzling out… I really need to get my car washed since it’s disgustingly dirty, but the car washes usually don’t do that when it’s raining.
Motivation needed to: Go to the gym after I’ve finished cleaning and run all my errands.
Sick of: Water intoxication.  Not only have I written about 18,000 news stories about what happened up in Sacramento, I’ve been interviewed by three different newspapers and another two radio stations about it, and I’m slated to be on an NPR show next week to discuss “the state of radio.” Even though it’s nice being an “industry pundit,” it’s still kind of a gruesome story, no good will come of the situation and I’m hitting overload on the topic.