Day of Wrath

Didn't do a whole lot yesterday, but I did go up to kinkos and print off the flyer for the "Merry Concrète Christmas" show. I also made small, "handbill" versions (four to a page) to hand out at the other show. Well, so I had to cut them and fine but the first time I went to cuz I misjudged the line and cut in the wrong place. Bollocks. So I had to toss those messed up ones in the recycling bin and print off some replacements. Anyway, I'm almost back home when I realize that only half of what I threw away was bad. Half of that batch was salvageable because, you know, too little on one side means too much on the other. So I went back and got what was salvageable out of the bin and trimmed off the excess and this is the most absolutely boringly involved anecdote that's just about possible, but whatever. Such is my life! Then Mary Beth and I rented and watched Star Trek: the Wrath of Khan. Nothing in it is as terrible as the worst parts of the first one, but the best parts of the first one are better than anything. I know it's the famously good one, but it was eh, okay. Now it's another day. I mostly just want my little gross cluster of cold sores to go away so I can actually feel like going out in public.