I must be Thursday's Child

If I had to blog-title my weekend, what would I call it?

• "There's a little less than nothing going on."
• "I wish I were at Gordon Biersch."
• "Ask a simple question, get a freakish answer."

Yep, that's Friday, Saturday and Sunday for ya. Er, for me. Minus the pain of paint and confounded curriculum mapping. For the file: Wanna go to First Friday? Try walking from someplace far away. If a friend tells you to come on down to Gordon Biersch, go, even though everyone there is already like nine beers ahead of you. Finally, want a straightforward answer to a really simple question? Don't ask a guy.

Needed: a new pair of glasses, some free boxes, and a vice that won't give me diabetes or lead me to a twelve-step program. I should start working out. Have a grrrreat Monday.