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It was still light out when I left work today! And I didn't leave work early! Oh joyous day! Calloo callay! (Or, you know, however you spell that...)

They're stocking a new vegetarian protein food product in my grocery store. They're marketing it as strips of "chicken" and "beef". I'm a little concerned they might be a little too realistic in taste and/or texture, thus causing me to throw up in my mouth, but I'm willing to give them a try. Bravery, 'tis me!

Funny story: they've got a huge sign on a stand advertising these things in the frozen foods aisle, so when I saw the sign, I started looking for them. You know, assuming they were somewhere in the frozen foods aisle. But they're not frozen. They're just refrigerated. In the vegetarian food products section. At, I kid you not, the complete other end of the store. Do you think it's some sort of prank? I mentioned it to the cashier, and she just looked at me blankly (that happens to me a lot, actually. Do I not make any sense??), so I dunno if they'll change it.

My ass still hurts. Jessica's probably right, though; I don't know if ass calluses is a look I should cultivate. Some sort of de-sensitization would be good, though. OOOH! I wonder if I can get some spray/cream that's supposed to help men with premature ejaculation problems - that's a de-sensitizer, isn't it?

So, at Jessica's request, I set up a profile on Facebook. I thought it was just for U.S. college students (which, incidentally, Jessica now is, I guess), but no! The Facebook world is for social networkers of all ilk! When I log in, it tells me in big bold letters that I have 1 friend. It's good for my ego.