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December 13th, 2003

i am not a stuffed tiger.

your pet will pounce on me

another day of sleeping in and going to work on stuff. I've taken to walking to/from my office, since waiting for the bus seems kind of silly.

I dropped my stuff off at the apartment and met Carole, Jon, and Kate for dinner at Noodle Ranch. Afterwards, we walked around Belltown trying to think of a place to get dessert and ended up downtown and without any great options. By the time we looped back to Ralph's it was time for Kate to leave and for us to get in the giant line for The Two Towers at Cinerama.

The extended edition was really good (maybe I just forgot parts from the original version), but it was very long. It felt like we were on an airplane with people constantly getting up to go to the bathroom.

I like the movies so much that I now wish that I'd read the books. Unfortunately I don't think that I can catch up in time for Return of the King.
chair, apartment

no matter how round it feels it's still flat

Today's cold and rainy weather squelched any xmas related shopping ambitions I thought I should have had. Instead, I spent most of the day at home sort of cooking my meals and being drawn into various compelling cable television programs including Celebrity Poker Showdown Challenge, a BBC makeover show, a Rich Girls marathon, and a Michigan State basketball game that was, for some unknown reason, being played on a football field.

I had half planned to go see Minus the Bear / United State of Electronica / the Lashes tonight, but it turns out that half-plans are prone to falling through. So, deciding to stay in for the night, probably during the millionth Real World/Road Rules gauntlet challenge, I gave up on the television and turned to my bookshelf to start reading The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, a gift from last year.