after limping the car into work on barely any gas, mainly because the bank wasn't open when i was on my way to work. long story. maybe i'll tell you sometime.

other than that, my day is going fine. i just polished off a delicious raisin bagel, and i'm actually not having a horrible day. i still have to worry about getting to the bank later, but other than that, it should be no sweat from here on out.

i didn't do much this weekend. i mainly sat around the house, enjoying the alone time. being the antisocialite that i am, this is about the only way i can decompress. just sit around, all alone, and read a book. i've been tearing into the book nanette got me for christmas, the complete hitchcock. it's concentrates solely on the movies, giving in-depth details about the plot and other details. it doesn't have much about hitch, the man, though. i'll have to look into grabbing a book more geared toward that area.

new complete waste of time: the trl photobooth. highlights for me include lucy liu, adam sandler, elizabeth hurley (with brendan fraser), janeane garofalo, and claire danes with that dead weight boyfriend of hers. [courtesy of mal]

now i'm back to the grind…