And the Wednesday as well.

Attention Subjects, Peasants, and Members of the Imperial Court. There is trouble in the Imperial Kingdom of Mistyland.   Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, and Warren G, collectively known as 213 are out to get the Sole Monarch (ME, for you special ones out there). I swear, every day I come in here, Groupie Love is on the radio. No matter when I turn it on, no matter if I switch from CD to the radio. When I turn the radio on, there's Groupie Love. Its enough to make me wanna shoot myself. Say Hi to the 357 I'm packin. (Ice Cube, Jackin' for beats) On another note, I've bored myself into Narcolepsy. I know am a boring chick, I like to kick-it and relax, listen to good music and eat. Occasionally I'll get my lazy butt up and drive somewhere. But how do you just be so bored you fall out wherever you are? I fell asleep at the dining room table last night because I was so bored and miserable (with the Star Trek Marathon in progress. BLAH). Junior came in and slapped me upside the head to wake me up. He said he was calling me and I didn't hear him (I dont believe that). Just lame than a mu'f$#@a. Thats all I'mma say about my newfound narcolepsy. Well I have a busy day today, so lemme get to it. I won't even issue a mandate this morning. The Queen is not herself today, people. Carry on.