Time flies when you work almost every day of the week. Ain’t it just about a bitch when you have to show up on a Sunday at a time earlier than you have to show up during the week?
Pearl Harbor day yesterday. Naturally I went out and purchased Pearl Harbor. It’s not as bad as I remembered but I made a point not to watch the second-half Doolittle scenes – that way I only had to bear about 60 seconds of Alec Baldwin. Any time you can avoid Alec Baldwin screen time is always a worthy effort.
Today is the Immaculate Conception. I’d try to go to church – which technically I am bound to do – except nobody around here bothers to list Holy Day Mass schedules on their website and I hate the goddamn telephone.
I am not entirely sure what relation this day has to my birthday (only two days to go! Send your gifts now!) but today always had a very special meaning to my mother. Maybe the Blessed Mother watched over my birth or something, since I was a likely to be born retarded as gifted that’s not a bad guess. Which way I came out I’ll leave to you to decide.
If I survive today I only have half a day tomorrow and then it’s off to a Simon and Garfunkel show of all things and then the great annual birthday adventure begins. Ought to be grand fun.