Last night I watched a movie called The Hidden. It's an 80's film about an alien that moves from human body to human body when the body it's in gets killed. It was an HBO late night staple back in the day. I would only watch parts of it because when the alien changed bodies, I'd have to turn it because it was so scary. I'm happy to report that I watched the whole movie without turning the channel! I love a good guilty pleasure movie.

How about that weather yesterday? Rain, clouds and sun. Did you see the sunset? I felt like I was talking a bath in the sun's glorious rays. I just write crap like that because I'm hoping that some chick will read it and think I'm sensitive/romantic. Did it work? Hello ladies? Lame. It's a slow week for things happening.

I'm still listening to that Stephen Malkmus CD. I like it -- it's different. I wanted to scream on the bus this morning. No one sitting by a window was smart enough to open it up. The woman in front of me stank from 3 dollar perfume -- it was horrible. The bus driver helped me out, he turned on the A/C for 1 minute and that was it. I was screaming on the inside. To pay the bus driver back I decided not to tell him to have a good one. Take that! OK, that's it. Hey, last night's pick three lotto number was 9-1-1, isn't that crazy? Hello? Have a good day.