Hey Jakey,

I accidentally flushed a container of the above medicine down my toilet last night. I watched it fall into the bowl, reached for it as it was swirling away out of sight, but missed it by... this much. So I can hear it clanging around in the pipe every time I flush. Sigh. So just a heads-up, baby, when I call the landlord to come and fix this, I'm going to tell him that YOU were the one who flushed it, 'kay?

I've spent an entirely unproductive evening doing useless things online. Look at the time on this post, sweetie. I could've been assembling that pine cone wreath I've been talking about forever, or I could've gotten started watching my "Lost" DVDs, or I could've read "Late Talking Children" that I got in the mail from Amazon.com yesterday, or I could've sorted out my CD collection finally, or just about a million other things. But no, I was hanging out with foreign men here.

I can hear it raining and blowing outside. It better clear up by punkin patch time tomorrow. The only reason daddy has actually agreed to go is because the Raiders aren't playing this weekend. So we damn well better go SOMEWHERE.

All right. Off to bed, then. Love you!