The hardest part of today will be waiting around long enough to avoid rush hour (which, unlike home, lasts a lot longer than an hour; with any luck, I’ll be home in time to see Rielle Hunter on Oprah). Maybe I’ll head over to the Church of Scientology for a quick e-meter session. I hear the first one’s free. It’ll be nice to get back home, though I’m not really looking forward to the drive (looks like a clear day all the way, unlike the drive down, which was drizzly with heavy fog through most of PA). No matter where you are, though, things are pretty much the same – even down to the “don’t text and drive” fluff stories on the lo-cal news. Well, except you don’t get any disappointing “the Panda isn’t pregnant” items on the news back home. I had thought about catching game 7 of the Caps/Canadiens last night, but the cheapest ticket available was $90, and I’m just not that big a fan. In case you’re wondering, after being up 3-1 in the series, the Caps went down 2-1 last night, and lost the series 4-3.

Looks like the killer oil slick is bearing down on the LA coast. In order to help slow things down, they’ve set the oil on fire, so now there’s both black smoke in the air and black oil in the water. Very nice.

Oh well, I guess I’ll go see if they dropped off the NY Times yet (you’d think they’d leave the Washington Post around here; better than the Washington Times, I guess).

Have a good day. I’ll be back to bitching about having to go to work tomorrow.