Drunken Socks: I'm bored.

I haven't broken any bones, married anyone, kissed anything in 3 months, fucked lately, been in a car wreck, developed any sores, seen a plane crash with a decent result and am waiting on fucking spring training. Hell. MLB tickets haven't even gone on sale yet and it's still cold outside.

I'm in a fucking rut. I find myself driving around lately for no reason on the off chance I might find something new to do or maybe witness a shoot-out between cops and a generic bad guy.

I don't want to see a movie. Psynchodeiceoeechee cured me of that. I'm currently bowled out (I did the 297, right?) while that muscle between my thumb and forefinger is simply bulging with nuclear power. I spent an hour at End of an Ear today only to buy the following: Eno - Warm Jets, Boston Spaceships - Brown Submarine, the new (?) Rudy Schwartz Project and The Gun Club - Fire of Love. I'm not sure I wanted to buy any of that. I'm bored. I did get a haircut that looks like I'm in the SS and really really mean. I've cleaned the house to an extreme.

I think I'm just sick of winter. Even good food doesn't interest me.

BTW: Ichiban is a suck palace now. New owners. Chefs can't even make the rice right. Don't waste your time. Maybe that's why I'm in a funk. Good sushi deficit. I will say that the 20 times that I've had the verde cheese enchiladas at Aranda's # 3 this month were excellent.

Wait a second! My inspection sticker is out!!! That'll be awesome.

UPDATE!: I saw two cats fucking in the storm drain just now. The one with the penis winked at me.

UPDATE2!: I left a note on my neighbor's car explaining to him that his car battery is dead because his brake light switch is stuck open and therefore bad. The same happened last night but I didn't think much of it. He probably woke up this morning to a dead battery and had it replaced not really understanding why it died. I feel kind of shitty now but you gotta learn that VWs suck the hard way.