We call it a “bathroom,” but, really, how often do we use those rooms to take a bath? Like at school, I mean, where there isn’t even a bath to begin with. Yet we still call it a bathroom. “Restroom” is closer, but still a bit off; you don’t take a rest in them, unless you’re really weird. Then you have the “WC,” or “water closet,” which is actually the most accurate term to describe the room in question. Once again, however, it misses the mark–is it really a closet? In the end, we’re going to have to change the name, perhaps to the “pissroom.”

You know how every sitcom ever made has that one episode where a character, who apparently buys a lottery ticket every week using the exact same numbers, skips buying a ticket one week? And then, without fail, those same numbers happen to come up that week, and the character is left comically distraught? Well, personally, I’ve never understood that intention of these episodes. It’s like, what, does this mean that we should purchase lottery tickets as consistently as possible? Those episodes were always kind of lame to me.

Please, whatever you do, DO NOT click on this link. It is not something you will want to see. And why would I make a link that people shouldn’t click on? Well, frankly, I don’t really know. I think it’s a matter of me having too much time on my hands at work.

Hey, whoever voted yes in the “Can I borrow a dollar poll?” needs to cough up. I was serious. Simply e-mail me the money as soon as you can.

And by the way, nobody should be missing Red Wings playoff action. Even if you don’t like ice hockey, you can still enjoy the Bell Tire logo saying “Bell Tire” every once in a while. I mean, there’s something for everyone.

I truly, truly do feel sorry for the juniors. I mean, I had to take the MEAPs last year and can recall with distaste what it felt like to answer questions about weather balloons while everyone else slept in. That said, sleeping in an extra two hours next week should be very nice.

When finals week is over, hardly any med students will be coming to the computer lab and my job will be even easier! Boo-ya!

It could be too late. Already owls have hacked into this website, changing eKarjala around in new and unexpected ways. But don’t worry–I fully intend to get them out of here somehow. Perhaps then I won’t have anymore nightmares about owls scratching my eyes out.

On a lighter note, at work we have these blue tubs called “Male GU & Prostate Exam Preparation Kits” that we’re checking out to med students. So people are ringing the bell and saying to me, “Hey, do you have anymore of those male rectal kits left?” I don’t know what GU stands for, but frankly I don’t want to.

You know, I’m getting real sick of people who are all, “Oh, well I’m too good to put a Guestbook on my website.” It’s like, hey, take it easy and get the damned Guestbook, alright? Nobody is too good for a Guestbook.

Anyway, last night was pretty weird and fun. I don’t think my cats were down with it all, though. They were like, “Dude, we are so bustin’ your ass if anyone takes our cat food.” I was all, “Why would anyone eat your cat food?” Then they were all, “Hey, whatever. All we’re saying is that nobody better be takin’ our cat food.” My cats can be lame sometimes.