Hostel on Sunday

I've declared today to be an intense TV watching extravaganza. I started with episodes of that look alike show where they take a frumpy mom and transform her into Jennifer Garner. Now I'm onto the Angry Beavers, which is even funnier than I remember. To find them, click here and do a search for, obviously, angry beavers. I can't believe that Nick is still playing these.

The one where they stay up all night is good. Best line: "A spleen with an opposable thumb - oh the humanity."

I really wish I could find Daria episodes that weren't all YouTube cut.

And I know Sam still reads this so, hello Sam, you crazy lurker you.

There were a ton of people that checked out this morning so that means two things: I am hot and tired, and I may have a chance at using the bathroom in the morning. We're booked solid this weekend coming up, so this is a short-lived luxury.

Someone left hot dogs in the fridge and while I'm not 100% sure that they checked out, I want a hot dog bad enough to feign ignorance when someone comes up to me and says, "but now there's only three left!". We don't even have buns, so I'm just going to cut it up on a plate and dip it in my fancy inherited Grey Poupon.

Note: I just finished the hot dog. The mustard was excellent but the hot dog only so-so. The skin did not crisp enough. Tragedy.