February 13
Good morning. And because a few of you have written about him:
Johnny Shutup, and his breakfast. If I gave him food all day long, he would eat ALL DAY LONG.
Since I'm writing, you can assume I didn't win a fabulous sum of money. I wasn't invited to play in the Poker Tournee, and I wasn't asked to stay at the casino hotel as a beloved guest. I didn't even notice that someone had dropped a HUNDRED DOLLAR chip directly behind the slot machine I was using. I'm thinking that that's payback for the free rug we accidentally got from Ikea last weekend.
However, no one got lost, there was no fighting, there were a few "oh, when I was in the Navy, we used to...!!" and "Back when I worked at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, those bastards would always....!!" stories, so all was well.
Did I win anything? Well. I didn't lose any of my OWN money, so that's a win, right?
Also, I'm not buying duct tape and a tarp or whatever the fuck people are spazzing out about this week. Don't even get me started. The whole war thing has really pissed me off.
I have a quest for today. I'm going to go find a movie. I'm not going to tell you what the movie is, because you'll just laugh. I didn't even know it was a movie until today. Oh, okay. I'll tell you: It's Marjorie Morningstar, a book I've read with a weird zeal at least once every year or so for the past 16 years. Each time I read it, I forget how much I enjoy the story, and I always forget what happens and how it ends. I mean, I know how it ends, more or less, but not exactly, and now--a MOVIE, too?! The excitement never ends!!!!