I would rather be in Brooklyn tonight, can you belive Joan Jett is touring? Dustin and I had plans to hang out with Dave and Alissa tonight because they were planning a "My Name is Earl" marathon with beer-on-ice-in-the-sink, but then he remembered tonight was the night he had to impregnate her, it being the fertility peak of her cycle and all. Too bad. Perhaps we'll just make dinner and watch the rain.