therealtexasguy

My Dad and his wife and I took my newly widowed grandpa out to see a movie. It's the first time he's been to the theater in like six years, and the first time ever in Texas. He is the man who imparted within me a great love of the cinema so, needless to say, he was extremely excited.

We saw the "Bourne Supremacy". They liked it, her loved it, I felt it a bit contrived. Eh, what are ya going to do? I only went to go with him; otherwise I'd still be in bed moaning from my hangover and cursing the asshole who invented alcohol. Fear not, I'll probably get hammered again tonight, if I take the time to go get some more liquor. If not, well, I always keep a case or two of beer laying around for a spontaneous party. Why not a party of one?

So I need to swing by the college and drop off my week late paper. The paper's not very good, but I fulfilled the requirements, so I should at least get a passing grade.

I then need to make a bunch of calls and also swing by my bank to pick up my new, supposedly correct, checks and then send out some letters that got returned to me. Fucking postal office; why can't they just read my mind and realize where I meant to address that letter?!?!