There's a fifth window at night

UFC 63 is tonight. I have to take the 109 bus all the way to the airport and then the 212 all the way to Henderson to get to a bar that's showing it. Here's to still having no internet and no TV. Eh, it blows. And I'll be on the bus and walking back from the 109 stop at night. Here's to hoping I get home without getting stabbed too many times.

I've become quasi-obsessed with the new musical piece done by BT. You can check it out here. I walked to and tried no less than four stores to obtain a copy, but to no avail.

Hang on, I'll find you all a weird picture. That's really what you came here for, isn't it. I'm still at war with question marks, p.p.s.



Yeah, what is going on there. Atomic pushup maybe.

I'm really beginning to despise the library.