Yowza.

Did laundry yesterday. Now I haff ze kleen clothings. Watched the Source Awards. I think No Limit All Stars On Ice won for best group performance or something. Got bored, so I went up to da Bauhaus. Ended up seeing The Art Of War with Dale, Zig, Karin, and Angela, who I think I've talked to twice, maybe thrice, ever. The film was...um...action packed. Not sure how well the "Matrix"-style gunfight near the end of the film fit, but whatever. It's Wesley Snipes. It's not his job to finesse the audience. He's about kickin' ass and looking good doing it.

Need mo'caffeine.

Night Of The Living Crap

Killorn (not Kill...confusing, I know) just gave me a CD that someone gave her to play in the lobby here at work. I'm listening to it. It's not as repulsive as I thought upon first glance, but now I'm on track 3, and it's getting pretty icky. Sounds sort of like Geoff Tate from Queensryche fronting an alterna-soft (Christian?) rock band.