Absolutely nothing is going on. I've been listening to Beethoven all day and playing with Photoshop. It could just be all this "Ode to Joy," but I'm in the mood to read something ridiculously difficult. Luckily Drennen never showed up with the Dark Tower books, so now I have 2 weeks to kill with pretty much nothing at all to do. I'm thinking I might give Ulysses another stab, but we'll have to see. I tried it a few years ago and my brain started leaking out of my ears. Or I could finally finish The Brothers Karamazov. I haven't read any Dostoyevsky in a while, and I find myself missing his crazy Russian ass.
Two days until Desmond Day. And today is Henry Ian Cusick's birthday. And you know what that means.
MASSIVE HIC-SPAM, BROTHAH!!!!!!!!
JESUS, I LOVE THAT MAN. (LOL get it, he was Jesus -_-)