Tommorrow is the big game. Eric's getting off early, Dave's leaving work at noon, my office is closing early, and Brian has class. Glad I'm not him. I'm excited for the game, but I'm a bit scared too. Adrian Peterson is frightening as an opponent...I'm just glad he isn't in our conference so we don't have to deal with him for two more years. I'm going to be useless at work tomorrow...

While my roommates were spending New Year's Eve in Las Vegas drinking and gambling, I was standing on a curb in Marina del Rey. I had to work. (hmm, that makes it sound like I'm a prostitute) I was valet parking for a party. So I rang in the new year with my coworkers, Ariana and Claudia, two hispanic women in their mid to late 30's. Really exciting stuff. There was some upside though: a) Marina del Rey has a fireworks show on New Year's Eve, b) I made $57 in tips, and c) it didn't rain on me.

That's it for today. As a parting note, like I told Elina today: If you ever think it's a good idea to ride to work on a motorcycle in a rain storm, I urge to strongly reconsider. Sure, there are things I regret doing a lot more, but that's just the most recent.

Till next time...