Deep Space 9 had taught me that in alternate universes, you get to have a lot more sex. Then again, zero times any other number always equals…
I bought a DVD burner the other day. I’m excited. [excited in that ‘meh.. whatevah’ kind of way.]
We watched The Thomas Crown Affair last night. I’d seen it a few times, but I still think it’s good. I need to get a bowler hat, some expensive paintings, and a hot naked women fawning over me.
Attention ladies: from now on, if you think I’m cute, you’ve got to tell me, rather than tell someone else, who doesn’t mention it to me until months later, when you’re hundreds of miles away. Okay? good.
Still no word on who sent me that anonymous card. I really want to know who did that. Please?
Now I’m going to go drink, cause Joel called, and the world is pissing me off.
[update (1:45 a.m.): Alcohol doesn’t make the world suck less, it just makes the fact that the world sucks seem less important.]