I saw the Jimmy Smits NYPD Blue death episode this evening, for the second time. I'm a dork, you know I cried through the whole thing. Yeah, so I have a "thing" for Jimmy Smits. Too bad.

Work tomorrow (Wednesday) at the storage place. I interviewed this evening for a different job, and I forwarded my resume to a local temp service. Hopefully I'll find something else soon. I'm sure I'll wind up telling that woman to fuck off tomorrow/today (Wednesday), so I'll need another job soon.

Nighty!