"Um, are we going to be killed by the Joker?"

Sunday night, when we were downtown, a man who called himself the "Street Poet" recited some stuff for Elizabeth and myself. It was interesting.
We also found an 80s hair metal bar that is really sharp and clean, despite the totally shady entrance up two flights of creepily lit, graffitied stairs.

Today I ate a grilled cheese sandwich, watched TF2 videos, went to Costco, and looked at the internet some more. This is just getting sad.

( In which I attempt to motivate myself... )

Okay, look at /pco/ and then go to sleep, day waster.