Twelve years of not smoking for this cat. Cravings are long gone, and it doesn't even seem like I was the guy who did it for nine years; it kind of feels like a long, meandering movie I saw.

The Milklings both auditioned for the talent show in their school yesterday. One won't make it. The other might, but the signup sheet was VERY long. At any rate, they're learning that having the cojones to try is a big part of the battle.

Things are starting to get reaaaaaaal fun with Skim being ten. It's kind of like getting to being adolescent for a second time. Wheeeeee.

This is the most I've disliked a hockey player since Todd Bertuzzi.

...out of town, even. Sigh.

The management in my store started noticing that the head of my department, who was inexplicably given the spot two months ago, absolutely sucks at his job. They're the last to know. It's sad, in its way.

They won game one (something they don't like doing) against a team on the road (they don't do that a lot, either). It was the Blues (they've never done that). Good times, Citizens.