Two nights in a row I've arrived at the cinema too late to get tickets for Sin City.
Admittedly, I did have an excellent time preceeding and following both failures, because I was in excellent company. If you're reading this, you know who you are, and I just want to go on the record that you rock. Still, I didn't see the movie, and that's been fucking with me.
I was rewiring some of my laptop accessories after taking my computer to another apartment to share music (I so need an iPod), and it kind of snowballed into me cleaning my entire workspace, and the area surrounding. Its all neat now. I feel like a total sell-out.
Saije seemes to be MIA. I haven't seen her post on her blog or anyone else's in a week. Saije, if you're reading this, please show yourself...
Ok, that having been taken care of, there is the little matter of today's date. In truth, I have no gag whatsoever; I couldn't think of one. Instead, I leave you with these words first written by the great Mark Twain.
APRIL 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.
--Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar