People always talk about how cool it is, at least older people...a haircut and a shave. So I got it done this morning. I s'pose it's not like a massage parlor where Asain girls rub your nob or someone giving you a cool backrub, but the experience was highly enjoyable. Guys, next time you get your hair cut, go to a barber, not a hairstylist, and getcha self a haircut and a hot lather shave. This morning, I was cranky as a mug, but after the visit, I was pleased as punch...as cool as ghetto Kool-Aid.
Y'all keep sending me mail and I keep slangin' it back. I think 'm going to start making postcards again, so my mail well wishers don't get any punk-ass postcards. Kandinsky's running out and Baton Rouge stopped selling postcard books quite some time ago. Seems that northern recipients get it within 5 days, anthrax scare or not.
Work is still nights and weekends...no daytime work. At least they gave me a key to let myself in. I scheduled two weeks off to celebrate with Craig, at least in spirit. Too much schoolwork to be dickin' around with that job any damn way.
'K-PAX' was a movie. That's it. You couldn't really hate it or love it. It killed a little over two hours, left no unpleasant aftertaste and had a predictable plot. Upon leaving the film, the details of it disappear from your mind, leaving you wondering what happened, like a shot of thorazine. It was like a DreamWorks animated film. Okay to look at for a while, but unimpressive.
Take it easy and stay in touch...