She made me pie.
I mentioned off the top of my head the other day that I liked apple pie. I explained how my sister used to make me apple pie for my birthday every year when I was in college because she was the only family near me at my birthday and I loved apple pie. So tonight, when she came over just to hang out before going out of town, she made me an apple pie. Crust from scratch with stars on it and covered in course sugar and as sweet as anything can make it.

Surprise!
I'm sure many of you are fully expecting me to say that my alleged date on Saturday was, in fact, a very elaborate April Fool's Day joke. It was not. It was, in fact, not only quite real, but quite good.

I'm starting to get a little nervous here.
Tomorrow night I will go on the first date I've been on in over ten years. I know, it's like riding a bicycle, right? Funny thing about that, when I was learning to ride a bike, I wiped out once and took a handlebar to the gut. I don't know how long I rolled around on the sidewalk gasping for air before someone helped me out. I hope that's not how tomorrow night goes.

No, not me!

Speaking of music...
Some time ago, I mentioned buying a bunch of CDs at my favorite bookstore. Several of them were "local" talent, though, I think that covers a pretty broad geographic area. Anyway, I've finally listened to them enough to get a good feel for their sound and I'm totally ready to give you all a review. Or, at least, as ready as I'll ever be.

Whoops!
Okay folks, the little problem has been corrected. It seems that someone or something managed to inject a little extra PHP code into my WordPress plugins. I think they were trying to add links to websites to improve their Googlerank, but it just caused an error on the blog. Anyway, I think I got all the offending code.

My iPod arrived tonight. I'll be loading it with music over the next several days.

Oh, there'll be time enough to sleep when I'm dead.
Up until 2:30AM on the phone with the fascinating woman from Match.com. She knows my part of Chicago. She loves dogs and what she does for a living. She has no time for bullshit. She's in therapy, too. She spent seven unhappy years with an Australian she met in a bar in Chicago before she moved back to Houston a little over two years ago. Oh, and there's more and more and more and more...

So, I'm about to call Match.com a bust, right?
I mean, I'm getting nothing, even with the rewritten profile. Zlich. Hardly even a returned e-mail for pity's sake! Then, suddenly, I've spent hours on the phone with someone and I'm promising to call her back tonight, after my walk with Hilda and my weekly chat with the parental units. Never know, do you?

Okay, so I didn't make it quite as early this morning.

I'm up at an un-Godly hour today.