Ben,

Today blows. I’m not sure why exactly, but it’s just off, you know? Cloudy and grim. I’m eating my 40 billionth turkey sandwich from Wawa and working on a website I hate, which always depresses me. I hate lousy code. And soft rock. And loose women.

It’s that time of the winter where I feel like watching Alien^3. It happens just about every year, when it’s at nearly its darkest. I wake up one morning and look out the window at an overcast sky and think: I should borrow Alien 3 from S and watch that tonight. In the dark on the projector. Eating junk food and drinking beer. Watching a movie that so abruptly and adeptly depresses you. Actually, I should probably watch Aliens first. The movie where they spend the entire time saving the two characters that are INSTANTLY killed, offscreen no less, in Alien 3. I dunno, there’s a time and a place for it. Here and now, for example.

That New Years’ party was pretty good, even if I didn’t get any action. Except from your girlfriend. When you weren’t looking. I mean what?

Tell Tbot I say hi,
Charlie