This is me, wearing my Tomato Nation t-shirt. Go visit Tomato Nation. Tell Sarah I sent you. Buy a t-shirt- they're inexpensive AND comfy. So do it. I'll wait.

Oh, you're back. Nice to see you.

Well, only about 12 hours have passed since I wrote my last entry and most of them were spent in golden slumber, so I can't tell you about all the fun stuff I did. When I went to bed, my upstairs neighbor's kid was crying and crying. I don't know if they're trying to teach him to sleep through the night or what, but no one went to see what was wrong. So this went on for about 1/2 hour. It wasn't that loud - if I had been watching TV or if there were cars going by, I wouldn't have heard it. But as it was the dead of night, I heard it loud and clear.

Anyway, this morning when I woke up, I was in the midst of having a dream about some sort of alarm that I was unable to shut off. Oh, that was actually my alarm clock and I can, in fact, shut it off. It took me a while to figure that out.

It's tax-free week here in New York State. Tax is suspended on all clothing items under $300. Normally tax around here is 7% (higher in some counties), so for folks shopping for new school clothes, it's a good savings. I was thinking about making a trip over to the Outlet Mall in Geneva, but then I decided it was dumb to spend a lot of money just to save 7%. I mean, if I wouldn't have spent the money in the first place, I'm not really saving anything, am I? Plus I like to keep up the fantasy that I'm going to lose a bunch of weight before I get a real job next year, so I don't want to buy stuff that fits me NOW because it won't fit me then. That's the kind of clothes I need - work clothes. I have enough t-shirts and shorts and jeans. Hmm, but Jim could use some new clothes. Maybe I could still go shopping if I'm buying stuff for him. I'll have to run that by him. What do you think, Jim?

I was enjoying the Mellow Yellow Gap commercial last night, only because I was making up different words to it, usually about my cats. One version went, "I'm just mad about Grendel. Grendel's mad about me. I'm just mad about Grendel. She's just mad about me. They call her Grendel Monster! They call her Grendel Monster! They call her Grendel Monster!" I'm sure my neighbors must think I'm quite insane. I sing about my cats all the time.

That reminds me of going to church as a teen with my friend Gretchen and her brother Chris. To amuse himself, Chris used to insert my name in all the hymns and prayers as often as possible. I realize we are going straight to hell. Anyway, during the Our Father, he'd say: "Our Kim, who art in Kim, hallowed be Kim's name, thy Kimdom come, Kim's will be done, on Kim as it is to Kim". You get the idea. This was high humor when I was a teen. Heck, it still kind of cracks me up. I used to do the same thing with my friend Bola when we said the Pledge of Allegiance before our volleyball games. "I pledge a Bola, to the Bola, of the United States of Bola. And to the Bola for which Bola stands, one Bola, under Bola, inde-bola-ble, with Bola and Bola for Bola." It's amazing the things you'll think up to amuse yourself, eh?

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Publicist Pat Kingsley zealously guards the reputations of her clients such as Tom Cruise and Calista Flockhart. But the Today show refuses to cave to her demands.

I got sent a copy of eBay magazine (I guess for buying something there recently). It wasn't bad, but at times they tried to pretend they had some sort of journalistic integrity, and yet they have a column by John Dvorak dissing Amazon and Yahoo's auction service. Also, maybe they should finish the page about the magazine on their website before sending out the actual magazine. Just a thought.

Thanks, Cam: The games on netbaby are awesome! If I had a job, much time would be wasted on this site. Since I don't, it's not really wasted time, eh?

An interesting article about how Dr. Drew from Loveline is looking for venture capital.

I wasn't kidding when I said the Blair Witch parodies are officially over. It was over 3 weeks ago. Stop it.

Oh my God. Please, no more stories about Jennifer Love Hewitt's breasts. Please.