So it's been a lazy day, which would make me feel bad for ditching Kean and Diana, except it's hard to feel anything but fuzzy when you're cozy with Joephet, whether it's shopping in a thrift store momentarily deluged by fellow fags (beige-bound, Latino-soft, or jocky) all of a sudden, all lined up in front of the counter-crone, or hanging out with Bets in yet another unfortunately placed restaurant. Our loot at the thrift store was only vaguely impressive, though there was a certain gangrene-green unicorn with white legwarmers which was two bucks and the new black sheep of Bets' collection, and a mug that says, "Eat at Whitey's." Most of the afternoon I spent going through NYC Bloggers and trying to identify the genders of the ambiguous neighborbloggers. So it's yet another day that I'm not able to actually leave Queens, or even get on the subway in the first place.

This evening, we've watched the Skulls II, and perhaps From Hell, as well as perhaps some Margaret Cho. It's just been that kind of lazy evening. I wish the Skulls sequel could have been more amusing. No neck-breaking provosts or anything. Oh, yes: Scary Movie was surprisingly funny last night, somehow. So much for high culture, I suppose--are there even new comics coming out tomorrow? Yesterday was sadly such a dry day, I'm afraid.