Last night was nice. I was utterly fried after a long day of staring at my computer and answering phones, so afterwards I went to the gym for an extended period of time (weight machines!) and then I went home and I didn't leave it until the next morning.
Well, I did do my laundry. But that's just running down the stairs in my fuzzy pink slippers, four cold quarters tucked between the sole of my foot and the inner sole of the slipper.
Laundry and a little bit more of People's History (ooooh, next chapter's about oppressed women -- my favorite!) and, while I folded clothes, chunks of this silly little movie Nicky made me watch years ago. Cabin by the Lake is a serial killer movie starring Judd Nelson, who plays a screenwriter who goes on a serial killing spree to gain inspiration for his screenplay about a serial killer. With Hedy Buress as The Victim Who Gets Away and Michael Weatherly as the pretty boy deputy! Wacky fun.
What else is wacky fun? Ebaying for Acoustic Christmas Tickets. And by "wacky fun," I mean, "nailbiting fear."
Time to reload that page, and find out if I've successfully financially crippled myself for the chance to see Franz Ferdinand, Interpol, Jimmy Eat World, Keane, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Muse, The Shins and Snow Patrol.