Wednesday meant work, followed by Scrabble night at the Dinkytowner. The über-juggernaut that was Jonathan and I got tripped up by the all-star team of Molly and Morgan. We could have been even more mighty, but Lindsey chose to play on her own, as opposed to joining Jonathan and I on one superteam. Morgan and I were then beaten on technicalities by Jonathan and Lindsey at pocket billiards. Leaving the Dinkytowner around 1:30, Jonathan, Lindsey, and I left for another random roadtrip. Molly wanted to come along as well, but I regretfully knew that by the time we returned, I wouldn't feel like driving to Lauderdale to bring her home. After some dawdling and circling around, we ended up heading south down US-52 and ending up in Rochester, Minnesota. Driving around, we happened to find the World's Largest Corn Cob. It was a water tower. We woke up Lindsey and walked over to check it out. After checking out more of downtown Rochester (and offering Lindsey plastic surgery, should she want it), we headed back to Minneapolis. By the time we dropped of Lindsey and got home, I got to bed after 6:30.

I managed to waste away the better part of Thursday. Jonathan, Lindsey, and I went bowling in the evening at Mady's. The first two games I bowled very poorly and Jonathan beat me handily (with Lindsey following closely behind). The third game, Lindsey and I decided to team-up against him, but I actually tried to bowl better, and ended up beating him on my own with only a 161. Combined with Lindsey score, we really kicked his ass. He wasn't happy, but then again, he did win the first two games. We then went to Molly's, and the foursome proceeded to Denny's. Finding that they were closed, we instead went to Perkins. It was late enough by the time we returned home, but I cushioned it even more by sitting up and watching Mallrats. It finally occured to me how poorly written, acted, and directed that movie really is. Man, it's bad.

Friday, I sat around and talked to people on the phone. Then, after Lindsey left for work, I showered, went grocery shopping, and went to work. I only planned on being at work a short time, but circumstances did not work in my favor and I ended up being there much longer than expected. Finally returning home, I went back to my phone call routine, calling or receiving calls from Lindsey (three times), Jonathan (twice), my parents, and Molly (from the film society, not Molly-Molly). After everyone ate and got their issues sorted, Jonathan and I went over to Lindsey's. Nick joined us as well, and we all went out to the car. Not able to decide on a destination, we just sat in the car outside Lindsey's for a while. We then went first to World Beat, and then to Blockbuster, but still failed to agree on a film to watch. By the time we got back to Lindsey's, Molly was out of work, so Lindsey called her and she came over. In the end, we ended up playing Risk. In my first time playing, I (technically) won. I have to give a lot of the credit for my victory to the alliance forged early in the game by myself, Lindsey, and Jonathan. Lindsey faithfully defended the America's and Africa, while Jonathan covered space in Europe and North America and didn't attack me when not necessary. In the end, I had the luck of the draw and a good presence in both Asia and North America, which allowed me to overrun the world after Nick ran out of steam attempting to do the same. On the way home, Jonathan and I were offered weed at the corner of 8th and Hennepin at 4:20 am. I'm not celebrating our combined effort in the victory with a few victory beers. I should probably go to bed soon so I can get up and go shopping with Lindsey and Jonathan, but not just yet.

Thursday night I worked, but afterward Jonathan, Lindsey, and I went to the drive-in in Cottage Grove, where we saw Scary Movie 2 and The Fast and the Furious. The former sucked, the latter was better than we had expected. After the movies, we stopped at a nearby Perkins. The service was absolutely terrible and we were surrounded by annoying little high school kiddies, only there because Perkins lets them smoke there.

Friday I didn't do much, but I really wanted to get out and do something. Molly said that she though Jonathan went to the Walker Kong show at the Entry. Turns out he was actually at Rhea's brewing beer. I went to the show, but wasn't alone, because Lindsey was there working for Radio K. Mike Brady Trio and Walker Kong were both pretty great, while Work of Saws was nice for a few minutes, but then they just got old and stale. After the show, I walked home, but it was so damn hot and humid that I stopped at SA and bought a carton of OJ, which I drank over half of after returning home.

I worked Saturday, and then Molly and Jonathan met me at work toward the end of my shift. We took in as much money at work Saturday as we had been most weeks this summer. I'm feeling lazy, so now when I refer to Molly, she'll be Mo and Jonathan will be Jo; together making them Mo-Jo. Okay, so Mo-Jo and I went through the drive-thru at Wendy's, and then went back to Mo's. We ate and then Justin joined us for Trivial Pursuit. We played with 2 teams of 2 - Jo and I against Mo and Justin. I figured the two teams would make the game go faster them 4 individuals, but apparently I was wrong. In the end, Jo and I were beaten pretty handily. We did manage to get 4 pieces of pie, but most of those were acquired while Justin and Mo were having a bitch of a time landing on the center spot. Jo and I killed some time, but finally left there about 4:30 when I had to practically drag him out the door.

Sunday, I worked again, and then Lindsey and Jo met me at work. We ditched my car before going to Lake Calhoun. We sat there for a while, and then left. Lindsey wanted a shake, so we headed to Annie's, but they were closed. We ended up going to Pizza Luce. Lindsey could not finish her orange soda float, but Jo let her go without finishing it. When we finally left there, we drove to, of all places, Anoka. Lindsey slept the whole way there and back and I did most of the same. We were, of course, awake for cruising the main drag through Anoka - and it was dead. We returned home late again.

Monday, Jo and I went to the Twins-Mariners game. It was the first game I saw them lose in the Dome. After the game, we stopped at Lindsey's, and I guess she and Sarah were both there, but neither of them heard us. Jo and I walked home and I watched tv for a while. Around 6:30, Mo-Jo arrived at my place, and the three of us went to the Loring Park for the movies and music. We also ran into Adam and Nick there. I was going to go say hi to Kate, but she left pretty quickly. Mo left shortly after Janis Figure finished, and Jo and I didn't stick around much longer ourselves.

I worked Tuesday, but didn't feel like going home, so even though nobody was going to be there, I went to the Dinkytowner anyway. I figured that if nothing else, I'd read or write or something else. Turns out the Idlewild concert was cancelled, so Lindsey was there. I sat at a booth nearby with Kate, and Lindsey joined us shortly thereafter. Kate up-and-left pretty abruptly, but Lindsey and I stuck around, and I ended up loading her bike into Anna and giving her a ride home. I sat up late watching TPT.

Okay, so we're now back to Wednesday. Tonight is, of course, Scrabble night. Check it out - every Wednesday night at the Dinkytowner. I'm out of here again.

Jonathan and I dropped her off, but mutually agreed that we were wide awake and it was too early to go home (it was a little after 1, I believe). Unable to think of anything to do in the city, Jonathan suggested that we just drive. We pulled onto 394 and just started driving west. We headed through the western suburbs, 394 became US-12, and we just kept on going. Heading well out beyond the suburbs and actually out into the state, we arrived in Darwin, MN shortly before 3. Upon seeing a sign directing us to the World's Largest Ball of Twine, we knew why we had headed out in that direction. With much pride, we parked and stood in admiration of the great ball of twine. We also added our names to the guest register, being sure to mention that we were there at 3am. We drove on in another direction, where Jonathan thought we could find 94, but gave up, and decided to come back the way we had come. We stopped at an SA in Long Lake, refueled the car, and refueled ourselves with donuts and milk. Arriving back in the city, I was fortunate enough to find a parking place right up around the corner by the park.

Yes, it's 5am, and we just arrived home. I think I'll go to sleep now, as I need to work yet today, and then we're off to another wonderful evening at the drive-in.

Speaking of apartments, I just came from Molly's apartment, where we just finished watching The Apartment. Lindsey, Jonathan, and I all went there for a little celebration for Jonathan's birthday. Molly provided the drinks and the movie, Lindsey and I the cake, and Jonathan the birthday. Seeing the movie again reminded me of why Billy Wilder is one of my idols - man he's great.

We had less business today, but I guess today was a more successful day at work simply because I didn't come up $30 short at the end of the night like I did Saturday night. Boy, did that suck.

HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY JONATHAN!

Perhaps I'm jumping gun, since he wasn't born until about 10:35 pm, but we'll give him credit for having made it to the day.

I got to return home to my hot and humid apartment, where I'm attempting to cool myself with a Premium. The meteorologists are saying the temperatures tonight could get down tonight to a chilly 68 degrees outside. Brrrr... I hope for all of our sakes they're wrong!

One advantage of returning to my apartment is that it allows me to listen to KFAI. The music right now has me preparing to put on black clothes, lip stick, fingernail polish, and mascara, die my hair black, cut myself with razor blades, and smoke some cloves. And this all falls on the back of having seen Series 7, which I'm sure got Joy Division stuck in every kid's head in the theatre. Nighty night.

Before the movie, we had stopped at Perkins in Roseville, and before that, we went bowling at Mady's in Columbia Heights. Having been in Mady's for the first time, it was damn cool and sure as hell worth the $1.50 a game. You know a bowling alley is great when there are cigarette butts on the floor by the scoring table, gum on the approach, and KQ on the PA. Speaking of PA's, I now have my choice for Minneapolis mayor cemented after earlier this evening seeing an RV with a PA announcing that we should all vote for Stenglein. How could you not vote for the guy with the RV?

Last night, we picked up Lindsey, but managed to lose Morgan, his girlfriend, and Molly in the process. We made it to the drive-in just as Cats & Dogs was starting. We watched that from the steamy and mosquito-infested confines of Jonathan's car. Then, he finally revealed to Lindsey and I that he had bug spray, so we all covered ourselves. We watched AI from a blanket outside Jonathan's car. Well, Lindsey and I did... Jonathan went to the snack shop and climbed in his car when he got back. The movies got progessively worse as the night went on, so the third and final film at the drive-in was Tomb Raider. It was completely boring and pointless and I dozed off for a large chunk of the middle of the film. We finally left just before 4, and it was a good thing we left when we did, because Jonathan's driving was evident of the fact that despite his claims to the contrary, he was rather exhausted. We did make it home safely and I went almost directly to bed.

I had yet another memorable dream last night, but this one was a little less deranged. It involved several of us going to the movie theatre (go figure...), but I didn't go in. They had weird rules about films which allowed you to theatre-hop with a certain pass. We didn't have the pass, but I was helping friends sneak in. I, instead, sat in the lobby at a bar smoking joints with this unknown woman. The lobby didn't have the cozy feel of some of these new suburban multiplexes. In fact, it was big and rather brightly lit by fluorescent bulbs in the high ceiling. The floor was composed of large white tiles, while the walls were a rather bland off-white (perhaps just dirty). It reminded me more of a Goodwill than a movie theatre lobby, but the bar and the lady and I smoking joints really threw me.

I was awoken by a phone call at 10 this morning, but there was no one on the other end. I climbed back into bed, but never really feel asleep. I got up, cleaned up, and went to work. On the way home from Baker's Square, I stopped at the liquor store and picked up and twelver of Premium and a sixer of Löwenbräu, which I'm currently enjoying. Jonathan told me the heat was supposed to subside today, but instead it's hotter than it was the last two days outside. My fans are on high and I'm preparing to do absolutely nothing - a promising prospect for a boring evening.

I just got home a little bit ago from seeing Sexy Beast at the Lagoon. Hmmm... the jury is still out, but I'm almost intrigued enough to see it again one day. I mean, I thought at first I was going to hate the film, but I've since had time to ponder it, and I've come to the realization that I really got drawn into the film. There were parts of the film that were sluggish and had me checking out the surrounding theatre, but there were other times when I was sitting back in my seat and thinking, "Damn, what's going to happen next?" It wasn't even that intriguing in that sense, yet I was drawn in some strange fashion. Words are failing me right now, so I'll just give up. I did that with the counter - give up, I mean. What's the point? You all know that you're coming here and checking this rambling out, so who gives a damn otherwise.

For now, I just need to kill an hour or so. Jonathan and I leave in an hour to pick up Lindsey and head to the drive-in. Damn straight... the drive-in.

So, I'm sitting around watching "Jeopardy!" and they've reached the Final Jeopardy round. The category was Movies and the answer was: The film "In & Out" was nominated for an Academy Award in this category. One of the contestants wrote for her question: "What are pirate songs?" Alex reached down and picked up a telephone, saying, "Let's check!" He starts dialing a number and then asks her, "What was your question again?" After she reminded him, he exclaimed, "Oh, yes!" Alex started dancing around with the phone still to his ear and shouting and singing, "Arrrrrrgh!! Arrrrrrrgh!! Yo ho ho ho the pirate's life's for me! Shiver me timbers!! Arrrrrrgh!!"

Yeah, that was the whole dream as I remember it. It was short, but rather comical... or atleast to me. Oh, by the way, In & Out was nominated for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Joan Cusack. No, I didn't know that before the dream... I looked it up this morning because I was curious after having dreamt it.

Since I'm at it, I might as well catch up everything else. I got my butt kicked pretty handily at Scrabble last night. I didn't have the best of letters to say the least. I started the game with all 1-point letters, and finished the game with letters like "J", "X", and "Z". A better mix of the higher-point and lower-point letters might have helped some as well.

Later this afternoon, Jonathan and I are going to see Sexy Beast at the Lagoon, and then tonight we'll go to the drive-in with Molly, Morgan, and Lindsey. It should be interesting. You know what else just occured to me though? We discussed how everyone was getting there and meeting up except for Molly. Uhh... we'd better be sure to call her I guess. Okay, I need to go look for a new counter now... jackasses.

Molly and I had a Taco Bell picnic last night. This time it was much warmer than when she, Annemarie, and I had one last fall. We invited Lindsey along as well, but you know Lindsey - always too good for us. Oh, uh... that's joke.

No strange dreams last night. I'm not sure where that one came from Monday night. I mean, it was bizarre for me as well. I've been told by many that it seemed very homoerotic, which is a diagnosis I can understand, but it's the root of such a dream that blows my mind.

Well, I've another long day of work today, all to be capped off by another night of Scrabble with the crew at the Dinkytowner. I think Jonathan and I are going to see Sexy Beast tomorrow night at the Lagoon as well. I hear it's supposed to be quite good.

You know, while I'm at it, let me talk to you about Minnesotan incompetence. Is it that hard to spell "Leinenkugel"? About 2 weeks ago, I was with Molly at the Big Ten on Washington, and they had it spelled "Lienenkugel" on the beer menu! This morning, I just happened to be checking out yesterday's Minnesota Daily, when I noticed the ad for Bullwinkle's on the back page, where they spell "Leinie's" as "Leninie's"!!! Jesus Christ people... if you can't spell it, atleast look at one of the fucking bottles behind your bar and get the spelling off of that. The people of this state never cease to amaze me.

"I remember walking down the street in a city which was sort of a hybrid of Appleton and Minneapolis. I came across this street where some guy was a big sports fan and had posted signs on the street signs poles like "White Sox Fan Parking Only" and such. The next block up, I came across this huge house which extended all the way to the sidewalk. They had giant windows with some mannequins and sun-faded movie posters. I was asking myself why someone with such a huge house would have mannequins and tacky posters in their windows when I got to the corner, where the entrance was, and the house, I found out, had been converted into a store for dance clothes.

"Next thing I know, I'm in an old brick building and walking into a studio. There are all these women in leotards and dance shoes and this skinny little man leading them in lessons. I turn to my right, and these two women are sitting at a desk, both dressed in identical business attire. They instantly recognize me, and tell me that he'd been waiting for me (presumably the dance instructor?). Apparently, I was the only guy dorky enough to want to take jazz dancing lessons, so this guy was going to be instructing me individually. They start asking me questions as they filled out a form. At one point they assumed I was in high school and refused to believe that I was 21. Then I had to go to the bathroom, but the only one in the studio was marked "Women Only," so I walked out. The studio was in a much larger building - some sort of converted old factory or warehouse. Just outside the studio was a men's bathroom, which had two entrances, the other coming from the restaurant next door. The bathroom was full of all sorts of weird little rooms, which amounted to long closets with troughs for a urinals. They were dimly lit, and I don't want to know what was going on inside of them. There were all kinds of young men in the bathroom, presumably from the restaurant. They all had that farmboy-wrestler look. You know, skinny (but stronger than you'd expect), a baseball cap with a bit o' hockey hair sticking out from the back, tacky shorts and t-shirt, and those glasses which are supposed to be clear indoors and tinted outdoors, but always seem to be tinted indoors as well. Well, we're all standing there at one of the urinal troughs, except instead of it being along the wall, it's right in the middle of the room, so you stand on all sides. I happened to glance at the guy next to me, and notice that he's draining not one, but two lizards! I thought to myself, "Holy shit!" Then I look in front of me, and there's this guy, probably only about 5'2"-3", but he's got the monster cock... we're talking like 15" here. I'm just thinking now, "Jesus Christ, these farm boys are all freaks!" So, I finish up, wash my hands, and leave.

"I didn't end up going to my dance lesson, but next thing I know, I'm back outside, walking down the street. By this time it was evening, sun had gone down, and I was walking what seemed to be essentially abandoned streets. To my left was a large, tan-brick building with large windows. Even though the lights weren't on, I was considering stopping there anyway, as I had noticed there was some activity taking place inside. When whoever was inside notice me trying to figure out what they were doing, they instantly froze, as if to make me think there was noone inside and nothing going on. I thought nothing more of it, and just continued to the corner, which was an intersection with a busy street. I noticed the bus coming about a block or two away, so I hurried across the street to the bus stop, but don't remember if I ever got on or not."

Whew, so that was the dream. I think I could have been even more elaborate, and I think I forgot some things already. Like, I believe there was someone following me, and that's why I was walking the streets in the first place, but I don't remember anything that far back. Well, enough on that.

Yes, I actually had good night's sleep last night. I'm still tired, but that's neither here nor there. According to the weather forecasters, it's only supposed to get up to 90 today, so our little heatwave is taking a break. Last night, I went with Jonathan to the park and watched the band. The band finished around 8, but then the movie wasn't to start until 9:20. I sat there for the next hour pulling out the grass from around me and looking all around. Maybe I was just putting the guys out of sight/out of mind, but there seemed to be an overwhelming ratio of females to males there. I was thoroughly pleased with the ladies' turn-out. Of course, most of them were a bunch of young, twenty-something hipsters, in attendance more for the sake of being seen as part of the scene, than to actually see the band and movie. They all had their blankets and coolers and were stretched out, smoking cigarettes, wearing sunglasses (for those who could replace their ultra-thick rimmed glasses), and discussing whatever. At 9, I decided to leave and return back to my apartment. It was a little warm in here yet, but it seemed to cool down quickly. I started by watching some program on TPT about James Eads, and then I made myself dinner and started watching The Taste of Others. I started getting tired, so I stopped the movie and climbed into bed, falling asleep rather shortly thereafter. So, I guess that takes us upto here and now. I'll be going into work soon, I believe, so I hope this nice, little breeze continues through out the day. I'm still debating whether I want to go to the Dinkytowner after work or not.

I showed up for our soccer game today, but I had to leave at halftime. That was already too late and I was actually late for work. It was a good think I needed to go, too, because I probably would have needed an IV to replenish my liquids if I played another half. As it was, I played the whole first half and I've been doing nothing but drinking since, but I've beeb holding all the liquids. When I left, we were winning 2-0, and I had been playing so-so. My marking was okay, but my passing was horrendous. Perhaps my best pass went to set-up our second goal. I hope we won, but I don't know.

I made it through work, but I'm happy to be home. I know I have to get up and get to work in the morning again, because there is plenty of work to be done. Right now, all I can think about is how damn hot it is right now....

It's going to be another hot day today, and there is absolutely no denying it. In fact, it's already starting to feel warm here in my apartment, so what's it going to be like when the sun gets around and begins flooding my room. I hate this summer thing. We need an ice age.

So, where did we go and what did we do today? My mom finally called at 2 this afternoon, after which I ate lunch and went to work. While at work I went shopping and bought shorts and a shoulder bag. Yes, you read correctly - I bought shorts. They're real shorts - you know, with pockets and things - not soccer shorts. They have to be the first two pairs of non-soccer shorts I've owned since I was about 10. The bag is a JanSport and the same colors as my backpack. I wanted the bag because carrying a backpack in summer is so warm and bulky. I also got coffee at the Purple Onion while at work so I could sit there and update my real diary. I wasn't expecting Molly back already today, but then she showed up at the Bell. We were both hungry, so after I finished with work, we went to Denny's, where we stayed for nearly 2 hours, finally leaving shortly before midnight. I then returned home to my rather stuffy apartment.

You know, Friday night I returned home and finally watched again one of the greatest football movies ever made - Necessary Roughness. Scott Bakula, Kathy Ireland, Rob Schneider (in a rare moment when he actually was funny), and Sinbad (among many others)? Comic gold! It had been so long since the last time I had seen it, that I almost forgot how great that movie is.

I guess now I have to try to get comfortable among the inbearable conditions so I can actually get some sleep. I'm getting kind of tired, and that meal got me sated and ready to sleep.

Don't worry - I won't tell 'em how old you are (although that can be found elsewhere on this site). I seem to have this knack for not being home on your birthday; this being something 3 of the past 5 years now. Don't worry, because I'll be home soon enough.

Hmm... as for me, I ended up going to the Uptown last night with Jonathan to see Divided We Fall. I knew it was supposed to be good, but it ended up being better than I had expected. I haven't seen Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon yet, but it always makes me wonder if films such as that one win more awards because they're hyped more by PR people than a film such as Divided We Fall, Everybody's Famous, or any of the other Oscar nominees.

Today I need to go grocery shopping. I think I'll do that soon. I just tried calling Mike a few minutes ago, but there was no answer, so I'll have to try again a little later. I was going to go into work early, but then it occured to me that I'm working the box office tonight, so I don't want to go to work any early than I need to.

We sat around talking and then watched "Jeopardy!". Jonathan showed up while Molly was gone picking up Lindsey and Sarah from the bar (no, I won't explain). We caught the bus to the capital grounds and wandered around before the show. The Go Go's kicked ass, but the venue didn't. I'm sure it seems like a great idea to have bands perform right in front of the steps to the capital, but the view is terrible. Looking uphill, it just makes those tall bastards in front of you seem that much taller. As a result, we couldn't really see the band very well from our location (and as great as Charlotte is, I'm sure we would have all prefered to have been on Jane's side. Well, except for Jonathan, the lone Belinda fan). They played a good mix of old and new, including all the singles. Since they performed all the singles during the main performance, Lindsey was convinced they wouldn't play an encore, but then there they came. They performed two more songs, including their closing song for the night - The Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated." Yeah, they rocked.

After the show, we got something to drink and then worked our way to a bus stop. We went first to Molly's, after which we headed over to Lindsey and Sarah's. They all went out and set off fireworks, of which I watched about 4-5 from the front porch before returning inside. We then sat around talking before finally heading home a little while ago. Finding parking was a bitch, but I got a spot well down 15th.

I haven't determined what it is that they're viewing, but my redneck neighbors across the alley seem to find something quite hillarious, as I've been hearing nothing but laughter and the occasional noise from the tv ever since I returned home.

Oh, so... uh... Happy Independence Day, I guess. Kind of funny me saying that and all - you know, with the Union Jack hanging on the wall about 10 feet from me, but no Stars and Stripes anywhere.

Fine, I admit it - I've been moody lately. I think I was starting to annoy everyone with my moodiness tonight. If you guys read this - sorry I was so annoyingly moody tonight. I don't know where it came from. At times, I just felt like sitting alone and staring off into space as I thought to myself. Other times, well, I could just be a bitch. You know.

Well, I think I'm going to relax. I have off tomorrow (or technically today). It's nice to finally have a day off. I don't have to be anywhere, and I'm not going to go anywhere. I think I have enough beer to get me through the day, so let's celebrate a day off of work, if nothing else.

I have to leave for work shortly. We have a press screening of The Day I Became a Woman at 11 and I told Ira I'd be there. I want to see the film anyway. I'm not working tonight because of the Go Go's and I'm not working tomorrow night because we're closed for Independence Day. To get tonight off, I traded and have to work Friday night. I also picked up shifts on July 19 and 23 last night for Adam.

I think that's it. I still have a little time to watch a little of Capriati beating Serena before I have to leave. Yeah.

Let me begin with the jackasses who live on my street. There are, at this exact moment, 3 - count 'em - 3 vehicles parked on the street taking up more than one spot. That means that 3 vehicles are taking up 6 spots and that 3 less vehicles can then fit on our street. I haven't finished reading the city ordinances yet, but there has to be one which gives residents the right to smash other residents' cars with baseball bats when they take up more than one spot. Jackasses.

...okay, you got lucky. I had several more things I was going to bitch about, but I got distracted and forgot what they were. Maybe they weren't that important, or maybe they just didn't piss me off quite as much as the damn jackasses who don't know how to park.

HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY CARRIE!!!

My mind has to have been completely off in the gutter somewhere to have forgotten. It was back on Thursday also, so it's not like I'm just forgetting today. Man, I suck.

Yes, the time stamp on this post is not a deception - I really am up and moving this early. I've actually been up for close to an hour this morning and I'm in the middle of doing my laundry. I haven't a clue from where this motivation comes.

Yesterday was a pretty typical work day at the film society - boring. I watched So Close to Paradise, and it was sooo bad. I mean, it had almost every noir cliché imaginable! I'm sorry, but 90 minutes of guys smoking, a singing prostitute, and bad cinematography do not a good movie make. When Gao Ping died toward the end, I had to bury my face, so as not to break out into hysterical laughter! Cheesy! After work, Molly and Jonathan stopped by and we ended up meeting up at Leaning Tower of Pizza. Hmmm... reminded me of Frank's. It's about the same age as Frank's and the pizza tasted about the same, but the pieces were cut differently.

So, I have a choice today. I can either go to the Twins game with Jonathan and get a rally towel, but I'll have to leave early to go to work, or I can go play soccer. I'm leaning toward soccer, but I haven't totally made up my mind yet. What I do know is that I need to go soon to put my clothes in the dryer and slip my rent check in the office mail slot.