Spirited 8 Miles Away by a Femme Fatale?

Try­ing to fig­ure out what to do tonight. I’m on Bart on my way to Oak­land to meet up with El Des­ti­no and per­haps go catch a movie.

Tonight the new DePal­ma flick goes up against Eminem’s screen debut. Iron­i­cal­ly the Eminem movie looks like it’ll be the soul­ful intel­lec­tu­al­ly-chal­leng­ing choice up against smut­ty trash, but that’s always a tough choice.

Might also see Bowl­ing for Columbine, which I’ve not seen, or Spir­it­ed Away, which I admit even more reluc­tant­ly to hav­ing so far missed. I guess what­ev­er it ends up being, I have a good chance of see­ing some­thing I’ll like.

I avoid­ed buy­ing the Palm Tung­sten today. I got paid and I have the cash to do it, but I think for once I’ll try to leave myself with enough cash to get through the week. I’m down to rice and eggs in the cup­board because I cut things too close last week. Rather not repeat that one.

Besides, I’m pret­ty cer­tain that I can wait anoth­er week or two and still be the first on my block. =^) Any­way, I owe a lot of peo­ple mon­ey and it would be nice to have the bills paid.