Oh, Popeye . . .
Suddenly I'm in the mood for spinach.
I'm gonna see if I can do my taxes to-day and maybe see if I can get Yojimbo involved.
Boy, I'm tired.
After dinner at the Olive Garden courtesy of my parents for my birthday, Trisa and I watched Annie Hall. Which was fun. Then I went to Tim's where I ranted about the shoddy DVD release of The Last Unicorn. And he managed to quickly find a region free, widescreen version on Ebay--unfortunately there was only one and it was being coveted by others . . .
So close . . .
Watching a gorgeous girl figure skating right now. Why isn't there nude figure-skating? Two people seperately suggested I was a pervert yesterday. I am.