I'll admit it - 99% cocoa dark chocolate is pretty gross. Not just the taste, but the texture as well. It's very similar to what I imagine eating mud would be like.

Between 70 and 80% seems to be the sweet spot for getting a good clean chocolate fix without "eww" ever crossing my mind. I really like the Lindt 85%, but there are times when even that seems a bit more than my tongue wants to deal with.

Also, don't try to wash the taste of almost 100% cocoa out of your mouth using Mt Dew. Not that I just found out that that's about as horrible a taste combination as you can get or anything.. no.

I think more people would turn out to vote if the commercials/ads/announcements mentioned that you get a little sticker when you're done. It sounds stupid, but then again - people are stupid.

Anyway, that's one more vote for my boy, Ron Paul.

I really don't want to imagine "President McCain"… please make this nightmare go away!

Anyway, the last few days have been quite interesting - here's a "quick" rundown.

Wednesday

• "Helped" Kelly pack
• Slept

Thursday

• More packing
• Waited for the movers (were supposed to be there 10-11ish.. showed up at 2)
• Rode along to Chicago in rush hour traffic
• Got to hold an iPass up the the windshield
• Got stranded at a Walgreens in Chicago when Kelly's car decided to stop cooperating
• Geico was helpful and found a repair place to take the car to and called a tow truck
• An hour later Kelly had to call back about the tow truck
• 10 minutes later the truck showed up
• Rode around Chicago in a tow truck
• Heard stories about how great it is to be a tow truck driver
• Got to the repair place and their was no overnight lot.
• I had to parallel park a car in Chicago (I can't parallel park very well, but Kelly was watching, so I had to do it, and do it well)
• The car was running fine by this point, so after eating and booking a hotel room I drove around in Chicago for the first time in.. ever. (I tried to pretend I was a taxi.. I need more practice at it, but I'm off to a good start)
• Walked around, took pictures, saw the building where spudart work
• Drank
• Slept

Friday

• Met the movers and got things moved in
• Drove to Wisconsin Rapids
• Slept

Saturday

• Ate breakfast with Kelly's family
• Drove to Stoughton and introduced Kelly to my family people
• Kelly pet a chicken.. and a pig.. and dogs.. and horses
• Kelly watched me get choked by a cat, and cause the corgi to run around in circles while growling with a toy in his mouth
• Drove back to Fort and ate
• Drove to Whitewater and drank
• Slept

Sunday

• Drove through more crappy weather to drop Kelly off at the train in Harvard
• Had flashback of really old movies
• Tried not to cry
• Drove back to Whitewater and did absolutely nothing
• Slept

So.. things have been busy. Stressful. It would have been nice if things had gone more smoothly, but I wouldn't trade it in for anything.

WUV
we has it

OMG!!! I missed u so much

R Valentime? Wil u b it?

More lolcats in here!

i'm currently stranded in chicago.

this is the best horrible day of my life.

Have you ever played picross? It's a puzzle-type game that you'd probably enjoy if you like solving sudoku's. For someone like me (obsessive-compulsive with some autism-like tendencies) it's proving to be a great way to absolutely massacre time.

If you google for "picross" you'll find a bunch of online versions of it. I've been busy over at www.wiipicross.com and www.thetimmys.com/flash/picross.

I was going to go into a rant about work, but I just don't have the energy right now. We lost a good one yesterday.. it's hard.

My underwear is made in Bangladesh.

This post should just end there. But..

Can you imagine a shipping container, on an epic oceanic voyage, full of boxer shorts? Or better yet, socks. I'm sure they're all boxed up nicely on their trip over to be packaged and sold at a ridiculous markup.. but what if they weren't? Could you imagine being the person that opens up a shipping container only to have an avalanche of thousands of loose socks pour out at you? It'd be like a washing machine exploded.

Maybe that's where lost socks end up - in shipping containers.