My original intention was to write about how reluctant I am to return
to school, and perhaps even share a little piece of Lord Byron which I
found particularly Interesting. However, these plans were
sidetracked on account of
This.
If you didn’t enjoy that, you may kill me, if you wish it.
I go back to school on Saturday.
Saturday. It is my intention to visit the Valley musical
rehearsal tomorrow night, as some of you may be aware, so don’t be
alarmed if I suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Who wants to go see ‘Underworld’ tomorrow? I’m
thinking 2:30, Middletown, the earliest show. Perhaps it won’t be
to crowded or filled with strange Goths. At least it’s not the
premiere of another movie based on Anne Rice. I quiver with
disgust at both how horrible an adaptation it would be and the
thickness of the audiences’ greasepaint.
There are some things I don’t wish to share.
Thanks for coming to Sarge’s with me, friends. Believe it or not, it really means something to me.
Oh, and I almost forgot. Happy Birthday, Edger Allan Poe. You were mad, but brilliant.