Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Martyrdom.

Christ, I imagine this is what it would look like if Nazis became commercial loggers. Brutally efficient!


A crisp, refreshing, sort of cold about the Burgh today. Regardless, I ran the heat in my car for ten minutes before getting in and driving anywhere.

Saw The Wrestler last night. It was really well done. Mickey Rourke deserves the credit he's getting.

Back to the cold tundra of the Ramp tomorrow. It was a sweet four days off. I did a lot of house-related stuff, and as a result, drank more heavily than usual.

It's always black and white.-BK

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