Strange day...

Well, it started out pretty normally: woke up, drank coffee, checked the e-mail. Did some reading online about some software, called someone about a job ad. (They could only offer full-time, no contract positions).

Had Mexican food for dinner. The fajita steak was very mediocre, but the enchiladas and the Dos Equis Amber were both very good.

Went to a movie. "House of Flying Daggers". Awesome. Had to leave before the end, though.

Someone complained to the management about the fact that we were drinking beer in the theatre. Can you believe that shit? Honestly, do people have nothing better to do with their sad little lives?

It was a really good movie, too.

The management called the police. Chatted to the nice officer for a few minutes outside the theatre. Said that I would drive us home. Took a sobriety test. Passed.

Drove home.

Funny smell when we walked in the house. Dead rats on top of the dishwasher. Stinky. Little rat droppings next to them were green, just like the poison they had eaten.

Disposed of them. Turned on the TV.

The Lingerie Bowl was showing on HDTV. Euphoria was playing Dream Vixens, I think. One of the teams was wearing powder blue, the other was fuchsia with black lace.

Now there's a strange horror movie with a guy wearing a gimp suit running around blowing holes in the walls of his house with a shotgun. Oh, and there are a bunch of partially-dismembered guys living in the cellar.

What a day...