I fell down the stairs of the art museum.
I overslept this morning, had no time to shower, and was almost late to work. Now I feel unwashed.
Sacramento seems to be full of restaurant-type places where you have to walk to a counter to order and then wait until your pager almost gives you a heart attack when it goes off, alerting you that your food is ready and you should go claim it before someone else does. They also play bad music. I haven't heard good music at any place I've been yet. It's rather depressing.
I went to the Crocker Art Museum here in town tonight. They had an excellent pop art exhibition going on.
I'm going to San Francisco on Saturday to visit my brother.
This afternoon I finished a huge 333 page book about Jean-Luc Godard. I picked it up at the library a week or two ago thinking, "hey, it'd be cool if I could read this," but not really expecting to actually finish it. Now I feel accomplished.
Sacramento seems to be full of restaurant-type places where you have to walk to a counter to order and then wait until your pager almost gives you a heart attack when it goes off, alerting you that your food is ready and you should go claim it before someone else does. They also play bad music. I haven't heard good music at any place I've been yet. It's rather depressing.
I went to the Crocker Art Museum here in town tonight. They had an excellent pop art exhibition going on.
I'm going to San Francisco on Saturday to visit my brother.
This afternoon I finished a huge 333 page book about Jean-Luc Godard. I picked it up at the library a week or two ago thinking, "hey, it'd be cool if I could read this," but not really expecting to actually finish it. Now I feel accomplished.