Let's do it all again

The Maryland's women's basketball team is all set to kick Duke's ass tonight in the National Championship game in Boston. I've got my red sweatshirt on, and I'll go out someplace and watch the game later. Right now I'm feeling kinda slow; I'm still tired from last night and this morning. I must have slept with my mouth open, because the tip of my tongue is all sore and raw, and probably looks like how raw meat gets when you don't wrap it up in the refrigerator correctly and part of it dries out.

This sleep stuff is starting to suck a lot.

No sign of a replacement Mr. Possum today. However, the trap (and the stale Doritos) stands ready.

Damn me, I keep making the same mistakes. I went and signed up on Match.com again, just for one month, mostly to catch up on whoever's been added since last fall, then I am canceling. If I meet someone, fine. If not, fuckit. I've also signed up for another adventure in speed-dating, except this one's in Bethesda in an area not known for its overmade-up women in frosted hair. Hopefully the results will be better this time, though at least they'll be less expensive. They gave me a promo code worth 50% off the $35 fee.

That's a lot of entertainment for $17.50.