3.5.00 - 21:18:06
I haven't been keeping up with my daily updates as I'd like to. My insides still feel funky, I've got this book group coming up tomorrow night, Super Hula's been Pinch-needy, this obnoxious little corporate ladder climber has been horning in on my high-profile projects, and I got Panzer Attacked at Friday's C---- meeting.
I did get free tickets to the Bull's game Saturday, and had no idea Toni Kukoc was gone! I was stunned to see him starting for the 76ers. Good game, nonetheless, and at least I got to see Toni play--even if it was for the enemy.
After that I caught "The Green Mile" at Webster Place. Save your money. It was trite, predictable, the writing was bad and the audience drove me nuts, what with them laughing at all the right places and crying on cue. Will somebody please tell these people they are being manipulated? Will they ever get a clue?
To cap off the night, I sat on a Milk Dud and pretty much ruined my new pants. The heat and pressure of my ass during the length of that interminable film just melted that tiny Milk Dud into a caramelly mess the size of my hand. I WAS hoping to get some mileage out of it. Considering my recent bout of intestinal trouble, after I changed I wanted to show Hula "my accident", give it a really good up-close sniff and watch the look on his face. It's a damned shame he was sleeping when I got home. A damned shame.
