In my defense, this one was way overdue – five weeks. After finishing the book, I must’ve dropped it. I found it under the bed, beginning to collect dust bunnies. Fine: $13.21.
I felt good about returning it and good about paying the fine. I felt closure. I felt I had owned my mistake, looked it in the face, and made things right.
The rest of the day kicked ass, too:
I returned a DVD of The Exorcist to the video store. Having seen it for the first time when I was 14, I decided it was time to expose my own 14 year old to this masterpiece of dread and horror. (and btw, am I the only one out there who thinks the scenes of Linda Blair undergoing a painful spinal tap are just as scary – especially for her poor, helpless mother- as her head spinning around?)
I replaced the burnt out brake light in my wife’s car.
Well, more accurately, I had someone replace the burnt out brake light in my wife’s car – I’m about as handy as Niles Crane.
I bought my favorite color thumbtacks – clear – to put up flyers at the Ruby Room.
My dad sent my son Gabriel a birthday card from Spain. On the cover was a cute drawing of a teddy bear and the words, “Muchas Sorpresas.” Gabriel asked me what Sorpresas meant, but I didn’t know. My guess was “surprises,” and it turns out I was right.
But I didn’t tell him that, and instead had him look it up on an old paperback Spanish/English dictionary we had lying around.
Our cat Spunky’s nametag had somehow come off her collar. I went to Petco where they have those vending machines that make up new ones. I chose a pink heart-shaped one which had the word “Diva” on one side. On the other side I embossed her name and our phone number.
Why I picked something so frilly I don’t know. I felt like Paris Hilton’s closeted uncle.
The half Panini I saved from lunch the other day: I reheated it for dinner (the oven, not the microwave, NEVER the microwave!), and it was just as good as when I bought it – in fact, better – since I added a few slices of fresh tomato.
What a day! Man I was on fire. On fire! The little things, baby, the little things!


















Damn – I never thought I’d see the day there’d be a Frasier reference here.
Not sure how I feel about it though.
You should warn people if you’re going to post pictures from The Exorcist. It’s another one of those things I avoid. Wait…are you the one who posted pictures of the Bobbitt severed penis? Geez, Alfredo.