What kind of city is this?

Today in the Houston Chronicle (and on the radio) - Apparently Houston has the highest rate in the country of New Years gun injuries:


Houston police warned residents Monday not to start off the new year with a bang.

At Work

No one is here, la di da da. Where is Sarah? Where is my coffee? Where is everyone? I feel so alone! Maybe I will go home sooner than I thought.

Last night we had fresh Pacific northwest salmon. Yum yum. Tonight the New Years Eve plans are kind of complicated - first the GT game, then a movie (Two Weeks Notice?), then back to my place for cheese fondue, then to some random person's house who I don't even know for midnight. By then I am sure to be exhausted and will want to go home and sleep (something that Ir can't seem to understand at all).

No work tomorrow - yippeee!

The List

The list has just gotten longer, as my drain backed up again. I really think my disposal blades are sharp enough (its all rusty and yucky in there) and its letting big things down to get clogged. I wonder how much a new disposal will cost and how long I can live without one?

Today I am making a mad-unpacking attempt. Hopefully later in the week Ir and Sarah and I will make some decisions on paint colors and wallpaper removal :). I am going to IKEA to get a desk this weekend. I am so poor. I need to stop buying stuff.