so... dead...
I've done most everything I needed to do this week (except the movie reviews... that's still out there; I don't know why I am having resistance against writing about HANCOCK)... and got a good night's sleep last night... oh, but it's just not enough. I left the house without my keys again, so I'm going to have to do another switcheroo to go back and get 'em (and possibly break into my own apartment to do so... oy vey) and give my esteemed colleague Ryan J. some moolah to make it worth his while.
I'm cool with that. I just want to be able to get some lunch today - and I'm so grateful for his help. And then I was thinking about going out for a cocktail tonight, but now I just want to get some groceries (and maybe the last of season 4 of The 4400), go home, eat a salad, and go back to sleep. The weather report has changed again since last night; it was supposed to be stinkin' hot tomorrow, but now it's more like 91º. Whatever! That's nothin'.
I gotta write a bunch more today, though, so I'd better get started. I already know what I'm going to say about HELLBOY II.
I'm cool with that. I just want to be able to get some lunch today - and I'm so grateful for his help. And then I was thinking about going out for a cocktail tonight, but now I just want to get some groceries (and maybe the last of season 4 of The 4400), go home, eat a salad, and go back to sleep. The weather report has changed again since last night; it was supposed to be stinkin' hot tomorrow, but now it's more like 91º. Whatever! That's nothin'.
I gotta write a bunch more today, though, so I'd better get started. I already know what I'm going to say about HELLBOY II.