NEIL · AWESOME

SOLD!  Where do I sign up?  This gosh darn confidence is always getting in my way!

Mood:

optimistic

• Regular theater (IMAX all sold out for the next century).
• ~30 minutes late (making track improvements to ensure that trains continue to operate safely along the A C lines.  And also to make my life that much more difficult.)
• ...which translated to roughly 15 minutes of missed movie.
• Group had to separate.
• All online reviews of the theater were proved 100% accurate.  Specifically:

1. Audience falling into a thousand loud conversations every time there was a lull in the action
2. Cell phones with obnoxious ringtones that played to completion
3. Cell phones answered loudly: "Hello?  I told you don't call me, I'm watching a movie!"
4. Conversation during emotional climax of film held across the theater:
   

"Fuck you T. J.!  Fuck you T. J.!  Fuck you T. J.!"
"Fuck you and T. J.!"
(entire theater erupts in laughter and applause)
"Yeah right, faggot!"
"You're a faggot!"
"YOU are!"

[this continues until things start blowing up again.]

• The theater had no air conditioning.
• THE THEATER HAD NO AIR CONDITIONING.
• NONE.  NOT ANY.
• It was too hot to live.

Mood:

annoyed

• Today I cleaned the floor with vinegar. It worked & was cheap.
• Last night I slept on a for-real bed instead of a futon.  It was comfortable.  I plan to sleep on the bed forever, since by virtue of domestic partnership, at least half of it is mine.  Take that, domestic partner!
• I am playing KOTOR again.  I've only beat it like a majillion times.  But this time I'm sure Juhani will want to make out, that goddamn ice queen.  Ugh, Cathars are such prudes, am I right?
• Inside my apartment is 176 degrees fahrenheit, and outside it is 80.  HELP 176 IS TOO HOT TO LIVE
• I have a job.
• If I still had a scanner I would scan my work ID and show you the picture.  Because it is SILLY.  I am making a SILLY, SILLY FACE.  Because I want to be taken SERIOUSLY and PAID LOTS OF MONEY.
• Have you seen Iron Man?  I have.
• Back to KOTOR.  Time to win it light-side, then go back and win it dark-side.  Then maybe light side again.  I need a new game.

Mood:

light side

And, just because I want you to find out from me instead of from one of our mutual friends -- I've been writing in another blog. I'm sorry, but I promise, you didn't do anything wrong. I just needed another persona. I'm sure you understand. Please forgive me.

Love you forever!

Neil

Mood:

embarrassed

The trouble is, now it's in a giant wheeled storage tub that's full of trash. I'd given up on this trap, because the whole idea behind it is that a mouse would be stupid enough to just leap into a storage tub because it smells like Habenero Doritos. I know as soon as I start trying to get trash out, it'll leap to freedom and I'll be left mouseless and sobbing. But for now... I caught a mouse!

Mood:

accomplished