We are a collection of screaming jackasses.

Why is it that I need constant reminding that I'm too old to be hanging out over at the Turtle's neighbor's place? Why don't I just remember before I go over there? Why isn't it the case that the assurances that "people older than me" will be there are exposed for the irrelevance-eeze they actually are?

Nothing against them. No problem. They can act all under-grad-y, and pass out at 7pm, no problem. I think I'm going to retire, however. I think I'll be passing from now on. Those kids are too young for me.

Today has been a varies assortment of activities. I woke up early to the sound of some caterwauling in spanish across the way. Made my way to Lestat's, which has, apparently, the most unreliable wireless network connection in the history of the world. So I left after only a short while. Came back to my place and took a stroll around the Adams Avenue Antique Fair that was going on. If I had some money, I would have bought some stuff. There was some really really cool barware that I wanted, but had not the cash-ola to purchase. Too bad.

After that, I made some lunch and went to Twigg's, which has a much better wireless connection and got some work done. Came back and did some laundry. Screwed around on guitar. Made dinner. Watched Mr. Show.

Oh, this morning I watched a really interesting psychological drama called "Croupier", starring Clive Owen. It's about this writer who takes a job as a dealer in a casino, which then drags him down into sin and debauchery. Highly recommended, although some plot points were a little confusing, and there were some things that just didn't get resolved to my liking. But four out of five.

I feel like getting up early today has put my whole schedule off-kilter. I feel like it should be much later than it actually is. Oh well. I guess I'll go to bed early, and do it all again tomorrow.