Hell o' Ween

I need to start thinking about a Halloween costume. Optimally, I'd go as a dead or half dead rock star and front a rock show with one of my bands, as said ghoul. Sadly, no shows Halloween weekend.

Sleep of the Dead

I slept like the dead last night. That's not even including the power nap I took after work yesterday. The weekend was action packed, with Stefan's wedding and associated socializing, and the Funks Pub open jam. I think I was a bit sleep deprived. I am also on a two week fitness kick, so I ate quite heathily yesterday. That may have something to do with better sleep. Deborah and I got a thing of cubed butternut squash at Costco on Sunday. I might try making a coconut curry tonight.

Drug Ads

Prescription drug ads on TV are terrifying. They start out by giving you hope of a cure for some usually non-life threatening thing, like, say, rheumatoid arthritis. Then they spend about half the time telling you all the horrific ways the drug's side effects may actually kill you. What?