Wes is a big fat lame-o.

So Wendy is in Tampa seeing John Meyer with her good friend Xan. I've got the night off and instead of wandering around the parks, I'm sitting in the room catching up on a bizarre mixture of TV politics and Livejournal. I need to go eat, but I just can't get myself to logg off and go grab something. I'm especially surprised I don't feel like heading to a park and grabbing something fun and facinating... I actually think I WANT to eat at the Pop Century cafeteria... go figya.

Oh well... back to flipping between Larry King and Scarborough Country.