I have a plan. But do not tremble with fear, for it is a benign plan and not at all nefarious. Seriously. Stop looking at me like that.
Tonight, weather permitting, I'm going to take my bike out for an hour or so, and then after that maybe play some Timesplitters. Ooh, ah. Exciting, I know.
Tomorrow, I’m going to wake up early, drop off my Amazon returns at the post office, go buy some new boots and possibly even some sneakers, and then hit a matinee show of either Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Dawn of the Dead. Possibly both. Probably both. Those who wish to accompany me are welcome, but should be aware that I hold no truck with productions.
Then, later tomorrow, to make #7 in an ever so slowly growing number of concerts I’ve attended in my life, I --along with
loopygirl,
carrot_khan and
harmlessinc-- am going to see Weird Al. I know how cool this makes me, no need to tell me.
Sadly, what this means is that we won't be able to make it to
rollick's witchhunt party that night.
Also, I finally found a copy of Henley’s Formulas for Home and Workshop! I have made it my own, and in a week or so I’ll have in my great and gnarled hands a bevy of circa 1907 formulae covering the widest imaginable spectra, including: recipes for alcoholic beverages, baby formula, dog biscuits, shoe polish, toothpaste, gunpowder, glue, a number of metallic alloys, and countless others; a goodly percentage of them marvelously toxic by today’s standards.
NOW you may begin your being afraid. Also, rueing.
Bwahaha.