Charlie Sheen. OK, just wanted to get that out of the way. Otherwise, not much going on. It’s cold here. Zero, last I checked, and it’ll probably get colder before it gets warmer, which I suppose is an improvement over yesterday, which started out as a blustery yet early spring-like day, and turned into a bitterly cold and windy and nasty and shitty late winter one. Today, at least, isn’t supposed to be so windy.

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting awfully tired of this whole Libya thing (unlike Charlie Sheen, which I can’t get enough of. People call him crazy, but I think I’ll wait ’til I see if he gets his $3 million an episode before I concur. Plus, I hear they’re already penning “Major League 3” to cash in on the publicity), mostly because whenever I hear “Libya,” the song “Libya, oh Libya. Say have you met Libya the taaaaaa-tooed lady” runs through my head. It was cute for a while, but now I’m tired of it.

Oh well, time to get ready to face the cold hard day.