Sarah: Quickies

My parents have a TiVo wishlist for Bob Vila. This charms me.

Lisa and I are going to this movie, and no one can stop us. But you can come with us, if you like fun. And I think you do.

Unfortunately my digicam's battery died on Monday, but I was able to take a fuzzy picture with my camera phone of the creepiest doll I've seen in a very long time. Spring City, why must you skeeve me so?

The picture doesn't do justice to the broken face, but I think you can get the general idea.

I'm supposed to be editing an article for the Century and writing at least one article for the Chronicle, but I'm procrastinating by blogging. [Why do these writing assignments, when combined with my full-time job, make me feel like I might actually become a real adult someday?] Also, I need to think of a way to explain to my editor at the Chronicle that I was going to attend a concert to review, but then I got in a car accident instead. Oops.

Speaking of car accidents, my car is now sporting a dent on the driver's door and the passenger wheel well, a cracked bumper, broken side mirror, and a charming little rust spot. Classy.

Nicole lent me the first disc for season one of Grey's Anatomy. Sah. Weet.