You know what? Work is exhausting. But who cares? So what did I do when I got home today? I realized that I hadn't mailed the bills that Mer asked me to mail this morning. So I hopped on my bike and pedaled down 7th Avenue 'til I found a mailbox. The weather was perfect, and I love my bike. I love 7th Avenue, too. It is a place where you want to hang out on the street because there are benches and trees and pretty storefronts all over the place. It is like a city planner's dream: All different races of people hanging out, chatting, and eating overpriced sorbet. It kind of reminds me of Wellfleet, except with fewer white people.
I forgot to mention that I saw Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Sucks on Saturday. What an awful movie. Just boring. So boring. I couldn't even follow what was going on, and it didn't look like anyone was having fun. To make matters worse, at the beginning of the movie there was this anti-piracy ad featuring this ridiculous-looking set-painter -- he was like 50 years old and had died the tip of his goatee purple -- urging us not to steal movies, since it wasn't the rich executives who lost money when movies got pirated, it was guys like him. Good, get fucked, jerk. Lose your job and keep sucking the MPAA's cock while they tell you it was because of all the sinful movie pirates; they really care what happens to you, honest. And then the worst movie I'd seen all year. Jesus Christ.
This show on Fox on gross bugs is pretty cool, but it would send my Forensic Entomology professor into anaphylactic shock it's so sensational. What am I gonna do for dinner? Tsing Tao makes some ill-good food, but I feel like I should make something.
Mer is afraid that we're going to get bronchitis.
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