Came straight home after rehearsal, had big plans, can't stop watching Mythbusters and playing with the dog.

It seems that I can completely incapable of reading signals these days, I guess I need a big old metaphorical slap in the face or one of those guns with the little POW flags to understand anything.  I've also been way more gullible than usual.  Distracteddddddd. Point being, anything anyone says to me from this point on should either be written by one of those planes that writes things in the sky, communicated in sign language/interpretative dance, or spoken through a megaphone pointed at my ear.