Cripes, this new Iron Maiden album would put an over-indulging speedfreak to sleep. Yawnville. Dickinson's last solo album SMOKES it. Go solo again Bruce.
I watched the Big Lebowski for the fifth time last night...great movie. I also rented Ghost Dog, an "urban samurai" flick starring Forrest Whittaker. It wasn't good but it wasn't bad...it was "ehhhhhhhh-so-so".
It seems lately that my social life in Terre Haute is withering. Most of my friends live at least forty-five minutes away. People here have stopped calling me often because they are afraid they will wake me up. The weather is getting worse and I've been spending a lot of time alone in my apartment entertaining myself with movies and guitar until the weekend arrives and I have time to drive somewhere. Betsy is the only person who comes over anymore, and I only see her once or twice a week...she is a medical student and thus studies ALL the time. Sometimes I actually look forward to going to work just so that I can chat with my friends online.
I'm going to sell or throw away my small couch and put in an air hockey table. My brother is giving it to me since he never uses it. Would anyone like to come over and play?
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