I have a stiletto heel-sized cut in my back. It came from a girl kicking me as I sat at a table below her. She wanted me to take a picture of her and her friends. I took the picture of her friends, but she wasn't in any of them. I cut her out of every shot. She made me bleed, I think it was only fair.
I watched the season premiere of Kings last night. Not bad, but not great. I pray that NBC doesn't hype it up like they did with Heroes. That show had one good season and then it went quicker in the gutter then Marisa Tomei's career.
It's buyback week at the bookstore. It's my least favorite time of the quarter, because I have to explain the hard reality of supply and demand to students. It's especially frustrating when I have to explain "fair market value" to a kid who's trying to sell back his economics textbook.
Cats don't like bearded German men.
The week to come is going to be a doozy. St. Patrick's Day, hockey, a return to the piano bar, and I crack open the champagne bottle on Saturday. Plus March Madness. My liver is going to be working overtime.
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