Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
Hooray for more Deadwood last night and the Brian Kinney = Wyatt Earp Conundrum! I'm sorry but Brian Kinney != Wyatt Earp in my brains. Oddly enough Kurt Russell will always be Wyatt Earp to me. Well, and Kevin Costner but in a laughable way.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
Plans changed, unfortunately. Fox was to be out of the house tonight and I was to go have my Lomo extravaganza; but her plans changed and I feel guilty when I do things without her. So for now I'm going to go get lomo'd on Wednesday night rather than tonight. On the plus side, I'm still not going to the late work night tonight which is good.
And holy Crap what was up with that storm last night? I counted six lightning strikes that landed visibly close to the apartment. This didn't count all the "distant" stuff that must have been just outside Verona. Or all the really pretty between-cloud lightning. Crazy.
Lastly: When you're girlfriend asks you during the storm if you're windows are still down the correct response is to check your car rather than, in your half-asleep/half freaked out state, assume she meant did you leave them open tonight when you didn't drive your car today.
My seats were wet and my American Poetry Bible book a little water worn. Um.. gives it character? Oops?