"Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James..."

Last night was awesome movie night... I watched something (I can't remember, but I know it was good...) and got ready for bed. But before I could doze off, I saw that Scenes From a Mall with Bette Midler and Woody Allen was on: cracks me up... So I watched that for two hours before discovering that Detroit Rock City was also on; I had forgotten how awesome it was! And then there was Groundhog Day, which is a rather shitty movie, but I still like it...

• [From Detroit Rock City]
  Jam: Hey what's up mom? I'm gonna ask you this nicely first. Can i have my drumsticks back?
  Mrs. Bruce: Your drumsticks are the least of your worries young man. You ran out on God! My son just ran out on God! You are in a world of...
  Jam: TROUBLE!? I've been in trouble for the past 12 hours! HELLO!? You know I'm going to be in St. Bernards Boarding School for the next 2 years. I'm gonna be out of your hair until I'm a legal adult! And then all YOU have to do is is light a candle, pray to some stupid little statue for me and all is forgiven and forgotten, right mom? Then you can spend your days in a guilt free pursuit of more constructive activities like telling people how screwed up their lives are. And then you no longer need the patience and understanding required to talk to your own son on some normal plain. And then that way you don't have to think about how tough it was for you when you were growing up and its a good thing too cause if you did, you'd realize what a lousy, goddam shitty-ass parent you are.
  Mrs. Bruce: Jeremiah what has gotten into you?
  Jam: I JUST LOST MY VIRGINITY IN A CONFESSIONAL BOOTH... LORD HAVE MERCY! Now for the last time, Mom, give me back my fucking drumsticks... please.

Overall, I suppose I've had a rather good day...

Mom woke me up this morning so that I could meet her down the highway to buy a bed for my apartment for $1. ;)

I did some anthropology today... got to finish the rest when I get off here...

We had Mary's retirement dinner tonight at Layne's... 20-22 ounce Prime rib, medium rare; sauteed mushrooms; praline cheesecake, etc. And all on the bank's tab, of course--Now *that's* what I like to see.

Then I went over to Alicia's... ate some brownies, nearly died; played some uno, nearly died; searched for her brother's porn stash, nearly died. We had a good time.

Oh yeah! The current night processor at work told me that he got the following phone call:

• Grant: "Good afternoon, Bank of Star City: This is Grant, how can I help you?"
  Woman: "Yes, is Greg Sullivan there?"
  Grant: "No ma'am, he's not."
  Woman: "Oh. Well, is he a magician?"
  Grant: "Um, I'm not actually sure."
  Woman: "Okay, well thanks for answering all my questions."
  [Click]