If I were to believe in reincarnation I'd be starting to wonder if Danika didn't spend a lifetime or two in Italy. When she hung out, quite attentive, in the entrance to the bathroom last night while I soaked in the tub and listened to my Italian lesson on CD I thought it was a bit odd, but two nights in a row? She's not just sitting there puzzled by the voices coming out of the cd player, but looking at it periodically and paying attention to it. She's an odd one.

Anywho, it was a crappy afternoon. I'm frazzled from work and just trying to chill a bit tonight. Seems like no one got the memo to leave me the f alone (especially when I'm in a bad mood) as I keep getting nagged in all directions. Rar!