Oh wah. And foo. and drat. I'm not superstitious particularly, or believe in poor omens for a new year...

My personal new year, I mean! First day of being 40, folks!  Holy fuckity fuck. Odd. Yet not different at all.

But this is a downer. Hmmph. I was dashing for the bus in order to get to NY in time to see Looped at 2pm. I noticed a) I lacked my ( Read more... )