I have to go to bed but I need to blog out a somewhat unreasonable devotion to an empty promise I made myself!
My mom gets to go home tomorrow! As do Katie and I! Home, in this case, is different for us, but it’ll be nice to see our kitties again. For my mom, it’ll be nice not to have to sleep next to sick people. Hospitals are so full of sick people. It’s an epidemic!
Katie said to mention my mom’s delightful Irish nurse, Gabby. She’s nothing like Gabby from the PBS show Ghostwriter. Or Desperate Housewives. She’s kind of like the Irish innkeeper’s wife from The 39 Steps, though. Except a nurse!
Never mind, Katie said the innkeeper’s wife was Scottish and unfulfilled. I guess I’m just a big pile of stupid.
We watched Iron Man tonight, after going to Outback Steakhouse, which is about as white as you can get.
We saw Hamlet last night at the New 42nd Street Theatre. It was in previews and was quite good. Polonious forgot one line, which made him sad, and Hamlet was the Ice Truck Killer, which made him somewhat creepy. But a very good actor! And it means he’s worked with Michael C. Hall, who gets props because he is often referred to with a middle initial. That’s when you know you’ve made it!
That’s all from me, Scott I. Dai. You’ll see my name in lights one day, if you consider computer monitors tons of tiny lights. And if you intentionally look at the Sims 3 credits. You have to click on them from the Main Menu. It’s not something most people would do, I guess. But I expect you to.
And I’m not Scott I. Dai on there. Only Scott Dai. I haven’t made it yet.
Unless by it, you mean a blog post.
In that case, I HAVE.
YEAH BUDDY. DAY 39. IN THE BOOKS.