All of a sudden I'm hungry.

Why this was the kick-start for me writing this entry, I don't know, but I've been putting it off since I logged on tonight. Now I'm going to use finishing this entry as a reward and then I'll grab myself a peach or something.

Anyway, let's see what's new in the world.

Monday night was karaoke at Liquid Kitty, featuring all of the usual suspects. I had myself a halfway decent time, I think. I Want Your Sex and Clint Eastwood went pretty well, as they always do, but I wasn't overly pleased with I Alone; something in me was missing. Derek forget to bring my damn phone, but on the other hand, I should have reminded him before I left. That's how you get things done. 'Sides, it was my dumb ass that left it over there in the first place, so it's not as if I can complain. Be nice if I can recruit Melissa into retrieving it for me or, better yet, con Jean into swinging all the way down there with the promise of doing something else, but we'll see. Should have the damn thing back by Saturday at the latest. Good thing everyone who actually *calls* my ass knows that I don't have it on me...
So yeah, karaoke. Our beloved Ms. Parker won't be there next week, 'cause she's going back on tour for a bit, but with the right crowd, that's ok. Hawk's a more than competent DJ (the best since Mikey, arguably) and the system's good, so things should be fine. Think some people, though, might prefer it if we were hitting Blue Mondays and, to a very large degree, I can't blame 'em. Lord knows I need my dance fix; if anyone's up for Clockwork Orange this Friday, talk to me...

For what it's worth, Monday was also dinner at the Olive Garden, where Jean and I stuffed ourselves stupid. Sausage & Peppers Rustica is a harsh mistress, I tell you...

Anyway, Tuesday was...yesterday, right. I sat on my ass for a while. The computer got cleaned of the "love-letter" virus or whatever the fuck. Looks like we didn't lose too much shit, but some things still aren't working that I suspect aren't virus related. Netscape won't fuckin' open and Disk Cleanup won't happen; XP just gives us the big middle finger. Now I know machines only breakdown because they want attention, but how does a man piss off his software and, more importantly, how do we reconcile?

Anyway, after fucking about with WWF No Mercy and grabbing a bite to eat, I was forced to vegetate for an hour until Jean once again saw fit to save my ass, asking if I wanted to swing down to Amoeba with her. To her, it's Mecca; to me, it's a good selection at a decent price. I was down. Took me a while to find anything decent, but I dug up the second Forever Knight soundtrack, the Flash Gordon soundtrack and the Clerks soundtrack (which I've had a harder time finding than most people for no really good reason). I didn't buy any of these, of course, because I just blew $4 on...uh, stuff...on Monday and only had three or four on me at the time, but I'll be back with a few more bucks later on. (This I swear...) Jean, of course, blew $50 on two Bad Religion CD's, an old KMFDM poster, and two punk tapes with (among other things) AFI videos on them. Jean loves AFI. I barely have a clue who they are, but I'm learning. Anyway, afterward we hit the Bourgeois Pig (not to be confused with the Chicago cafe on the same name) for dual hot chocolates and discussing the merits of astrology & relationships and what happened on Monday's WWE RAW.

All in all, definitely a salvaged evening.

Must eat now...