reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
Had my first over-21 clubbing experience last night, which was fun, but one of the other people chose the club and as a result, it was all loud, blaring, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh hip hop music all the goddamn night. I mean, I got in cheap because it was ladies' night, and I had a good time in the end, but I CANNOT dance to hip-hop. I need more than one rhythm, folks. I need escalation and acceleration and music that MOVES me. Not music that's all about pimps and hos and macking and sex. That's not why I like to dance. That's not WHY I dance.
So I'm peturbed. But - eh. Better luck next time, I suppose. Tonight'll be quiet - I might try and go see a movie, all by my lonesome, because no one else wants to see Enigma and gosh darn it, I really want to. So there you have it.
Today... I don't know what I'm doing. May do some writing. Heh. Not that I don't always say that.