Meh

It just struck me how little I actually use this miserable plot of bandwidth. Perhaps my life is just too dull or I've given up philosophizing and analyzing and bullshitizing the details of everything. Each time I click "New Post" I have less inspiration to finish an entry than I do to finish my homework or to find my missing Tess of the D'Urbervilles (Note that I honestly lost this. I did not set fire to it, as I plan to do with The Age of Innocence.) Meh, whatever Trevor.

I returned to the Thai place last night with Massa Choe for some spring rolls. It's not worth it to try to buy alcohol there; they're just too large a restaurant in too popular an area to even attempt to get away with it. Three visits. Three attempts. Three strikes, that's it, game over, you're cut.

Saw Croupier again. And The Maltese Falcon. And Thank You For Smoking.

I doubt I'll be going to prom. Meh.