So I have not followed through on my daily postings as I had originally promised myself. Tis the season. To quickly follow up, the Matrix, as you all well know, was not exactly great. Enough of that. My week has been a whirlwind of events that has brought me to a complete and total point of... I don't know. Let's recap.

Friday (last week) was my wife's (and her 2 friends) joint birthday party. I organized it. I got drunk. I woke up the following day and saw that stupid movie.

Saturday I went to my friend's 30th suprise birthday party. The first beer gave me the spins, the second set me straight, the 3rd made me drunk. Apparently this is not uncommon for those who are still pickled from the night before. Afterwards I was forced to go to my wife's boss's party uptown. It just gets worse.

Sunday we wake up late for her sister's college graduation in Long Island. Basically, I just wanted to go kill myself in the bathroom of the restaurant (during the post grad dinner).

Monday-Friday (except wed when I took my wife out for her actual b-day) I worked and packed. Oh, did I fail to mention that I am moving to Brooklyn? Yes. While we are at it, I am also leaving my contract job and starting a new one next month. Oh yeah, we are going to Monte Carlo for some ball hosted by the prince of something June 11th. Oh yeah, I have a freelance project that I have already been paid for and I don't know when the fuck I am supposed to do it. What else? Spent Labor Day duing manual labor (painting aformentioned apt). Bitch bitch bitch.

So, now I turn to this outlet to try and get some perspective. I can't because my dog is standing behind me whining about the fact that her ball is stuck behind the couch. Anyway, let us move on. More later, too manic o type. Must kill dog. Must find some wine. Must get a cigarette.

I am sitting in my apartment on this dreary Saturday morning, covered in poison ivy and surrounded by the snores of people using my couch as a camping site. I am the only one up at this hour, seems I am in fact getting old and went to bed waaaaaay earlier than everyone else last night. My plan of action involves hunting down some coffee and possibly some food, then sneaking off to see the early show of the Matrix. I live in NYC and one of the few things I hate about this place is the amount of effort it takes to see a movie. For instance, to actually get a seat not in the front row (where by the end of the flick your head is permenantly cranked at a 90 degree angle towards the sky) you have to show up at LEAST a half hour before the show starts. And once you get there, you have to send your date into the theatre to procure seats while you get the popcorn. I figure if I go see the Matrix at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, my only competition will be little kids, and I am way stronger than a 6 year old. Well, most of them. OK, it's now 10 and I've already broken the first rule of NYC movie going. doh. ok, I am off.