When I woke up at 230 this afternoon, I opened my front door to find a log in one of my patio chairs right outside. There was a note stuck under it that read, “Hello, my name is Log. Please give me a home.” This happened sometime after 3 AM. Sigh. Also, someone (not me) punched the windshield of his own vehicle last night hard enough to break it.

We’re going to see Snakes on a Plane tonight. It’s probably going to be the best movie of the summer. Possibly the greatest film of all time. How do I get myself talked into this stuff?

Update: We didn’t go to see Snakes on a Plane because someone misplaced their wallet. I stayed home, read Peoria Pundit and Deadspin, and went to bed early.I needed it.