Well, I have five days off in a row, and very little to do. Normally this would fill me with a sense of dread and foreboding. I'm the kinda person that needs to be doing something...anything to keep from getting bored. When I get bored, I get into trouble, when I get into trouble, things get broken, when things get broken...its usually involves my acquiring of scar tissue =D. I think everything is going to be OK though, cause I have books. Many Many books. Many, many ,many books. Dale, very generously lent me a series of Steven Brust books that I am devouring. I have three more "bourne identity" sequel books, and a Roman 2000 year old cookbook. That should last me the weekend. Life is wonderful.

I will also try to squeeze in a viewing of Grindhouse this weekend. I always feel weird about going to the movies solo, but this movie looks so freak'n great I'll make an exception. I am looking forward to seeing the "hobo with a shotgun" trailer on the big screen.