March 2nd, 2010

Blow My Mind

But Christina Aguilera's more my "type"...

My dream-self must be deeply invested in proving that Britney Spears isn't nuts.

VERY involved dream last night about me being involved in Ms. Spears's life -- including being involved relationship-wise -- and thus understanding why all the craziness of her life had happened. Or, perhaps I should say, "happened."

And since my dream-self was being cryptic like that, I will also be cryptic like that in turn.

My dream-self also spent time trying to make a rat who lived in a wall into a pet rat. Don't ask, because not even I know what that's about.
NCC-1701 Nebula 1

I'm going to Lost. Lost, Lost, Lost, Lost, Lost...*

Tonight, for the first time in two weeks, I'll be able to go to the Bagdad's public screening of the latest episode of Lost.

Doors at 8, show at 9. If you can go, you should go. You want to go.

* The title is an attempt to kind of sound like the They Might Be Giants song "I'm Going To Bed." This may not have worked.

Update of woe: Turns out the Bagdad's NOT showing it tonight (apparently a scheduling conflict). I got told this, I went "No? Nooooooooooooooo..."

Okay, I'll watch at home. woe
Good Omens

Well, I guess better in a mess than in shit. Or something.

I came home tonight to a mess. This morning after I'd left for work, my building's owner Jim and other people had to open a wall in my apartment bathroom to get to a pipe, because of a leak in the building. The problem got nipped in the bud thanks to the emergency maintenance, so things aren't as bad as they could've been, and my faucets still work (so I can shower tomorrow), but the wall can't get patched up until Thursday. Jim's compensating me by knocking a good chunk off my next month's rent.

So. A surprise once I got home, but it could've been worse. Still, disorienting even if I weren't tired.

Odd day, odd night. I'll sum it up that way.