Just. Can't. Function...

Mondays should be illegal. I just can't get going. I can't get out of bed. I can't get productive. By Tuesday I feel better. Wednesday I'm humming along. I can barely believe it's already Thursday because I'm racing along and then Friday I'm so damn zippity I can't get out of the office because I'm thrilled with all I get done. I ramp my productivity. I know other people that do the opposite - they're refreshed and ready to go Monday morning and they're beat by Friday. Weirdos.

And Hurray!! for weather. It's going to be 59 degrees today. That's fucking shorts and flip-flops weather. Fuck - that's like bikini car wash weather in Minnesota. I hope it stays nice...But knowing this state, we'll get one more freeze-your-ass-off stretch that will plunge our moods into the panic and anxiety state of "cabin fever." I'm crossing my fingers.

FYI - If you want to send your spouse, friend, lover, mother, or whatever the best cookies on the planet - check this place out:

http://www.pacificcookie.com/

Dean sent them for Valentine's Day and I was like, eh they look okay. And then I took a bite. Fucking heaven in a cookie. Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip is where it's at. I'm sending him a batch this week of Chocolate Mint. He's been extra generous and sweet lately - and I'm pretty sure I don't deserve it!

PS - Sooooo Resident Evil 100 or whichever number it is. Sucky? Good? I played the demo and thought it was retarded because I couldn't move. Should I suck it up and "get used to it?" Dean and I always love a good co-op game so I'm sometimes willing to play a moderately shitty game if we can play together. Opinions plz. K. Thx. Bye.