It’s been a fairly nice weekend. I kicked of Friday night with a rum and coke at the Warwick Hotel bar because…. well because it’s fun to drink at hotel bars sometimes.

I spent most of Saturday in sweatpants watching movies, reading and catnapping. A couple of walks around the neighborhood inssured that couch-rigormortis didn’t set in.

Today I went to go return some christmas gifts at the mall. And it may seem late to be returning gifts, but it’s actually pretty early considering some of the gifts were from christmas 2002. Surprisingly, I didn’t have many problems with the returns seeing as how some of them didn’t even have reciepts. It has been nearly a year since I had been to a mall and it kinda wigged me out. It took about twenty minutes before I actuallly started to feel comfortable. It was a bit overwhelming and I thought everyone was looking at me so I didn’t know where to place my eyes. It was real interesting when David Byrne was talking about shooping malls in true stories. How shopping malls have replaced the town square as a meeting place for modern society. Shopping malls are happy, muzac laden, centers of economic certainty. A place where you can bump into a friend while purchasing the latest fashions. And there is always plenty of parking.

I’m over at my moms now, doing laundry, fucking around on the computer and watching the grammys - which is probably the worst produced awards show I’ve even seen. The sound is terrible. Many of the acts were all sonically screwed up. Celen Dions “mike check” episode was hilarious. But over all the sound is just so meesed up it’s hard to enjoy.