Tom is Away

emailing students and such

trying to figure out if this vague description is of our episode of Moving Up.

outt to eat, cause we don’t cook on the sabbath.

watching "Akeelah and the Bee"

reading for class, leaving the suns-cavs game on in the background

hanging stuff, wondering what i’m knocking loose inside my walls every time i hammer a nail.

diggin into my beloved christmas popcorn tin

ignoring my reponsibilities.

man, sundays suck so much without football.

dinner at chickie’s & pete’s (let’s go Reno!), then at the Wings game.

out bustin down walls for a while.
or hanging them. whatever’s easier.

man, i should have gone to bed earlier.

trying to find wings tickets

at least a 10 pound weight loss for the fat dog, and a minor gain for the fattening dog. not too bad.

taking the dogs to the vet, seeing how much weight the fat one has lost.

upstairs, writing.

okay, so I said I wouldn’t get into the McNabb "controversy" but with Sal Pal today reporting that sources close to McNabb think he’ll get traded to Tampa (what? come on, Sal.. that doesn’t even sound half believable), I can’t help it.

The unspoken message in the slew of anti-mcnabb stories is that McNabb’s silence is not productive… for the journalists. They have nothing to write about, they’re angry, and they’re taking it out on the Eagles, basically flexing their muscle and saying, "see, we’ll write about you anyway, so don’t you ever deny us access again." It’s a sad little power struggle between a bunch of self-righteous, mediocre, misinformed writers, and a big fat guy who just doesn’t give a damn.

Thinking about going to Kantacky Fried Chicken for lunch…

did i really just see a commercial where a well-dressed, professional-looking, middle aged white woman looks longingly and enviously at a Wal-Mart gift card? Seriously? Talk about missing your target audience.

man, i love having 5 days off every week.