the corner office

Grand Prix this morning, I didn't watch since I've decided that with Ferrari whupping everyone's butt this year, it's officially Boring and my girlfriend's enthusiasm for the sport is not enough to get me up at 8h30 on a Sunday morning to watch. L had crashed on the couch last night and he & Ronwen watched it this morning. I woke up in time for breakfast. A little hungover I might add, but not of the 'dear-lord-let-me-die-now' varieties. More the 'yay-why-don't-I-do-that-more-often' types.

L's chosen DVD for today was Undercover Brother. What a hoot. I spent the rest of the day mindlessly surfing the web, mostly NMA sites. That devolved into bouncing from blogroll to blogroll and devouring a host of blogs of people I've never heard of before. At 11h15 I came to the conclusion that having done exactly zip constructive today, I owed it to myself to try and spend at least some time doing something useful. Since I can't decide what to do, I figured I'd blog a bit more instead. Sad or what?

Tomorrow's a public holiday for us. Cool.