• Mood: accomplished
• Music: Anna Vogelzang: Five Years

in which our hero watches a scary movie.

So, last night devoted sattelite showed up with a bag of sushi and some nori wrappers for Roswell.



She said she wanted to try out the Dyson, but no way was I going to let her steal my fun times, so I told her to get lost. Finally, she went through her purse and came up with $20, mostly in quarters, and two bus tokens, so I let her vacuum the downstairs while I dangled nori over rosewell (it's like holding a gutted calf over top of a pit of underfed tigers).

Then we watched Resident Evil II.

I look like a Motörhead roadie.