Weekend's here . . .

I love weekends. Pullman is essentially emptied out, and is it wrong that I love it when all the students are gone? I had the coffee shop all to myself today to do work. Of course, after an hour of work, I decided it was time to go home and do some non-school reading.

And since I'm reading The Cell by Stephen King, I will no longer be using my cell phone. Ever. Or until I'm bored and decide to call someone. Whichever comes first.

Speaking of first, can I just say that I'm the best golfer ever? If by best I mean worst. I forgot how bad I was, but I was still christened Tigress Woods. By the guy who beat me by Lord knows how much. I do like my new nickname, though.

And if anyone happened to tape The Sopranos tonight, please to be sending me the tape. And don't call me and tell me who got whacked until I've watched it. I'm hoping Paulie Walnuts is the first to go. I don't know why, but I've got a soft spot for Silvio so I hope he's safe. Damn, I need HBO. If you are still feeling generous after sending me the tape, you can go ahead and hook me up with some cable too.

Uh, just for The Sopranos.

Yeah.