March 21st, 2004

The gentleman is always properly dressed

I am the matador, and I must fight the bull!

It seems that my apartment has slipped into a pocket universe located somewhere just south of one of the Repo Man soundtrack. Since my floor is now vibrating from the bass of not just one, but both of my neighbors' stereos, I am going to seek refuge in a saner, quieter space.

I'm heading to the Someday to read. If you read this and feel like joining me for tea and conversation, by all means catch up to me.