The day was filled with Godfather I and II with much intricate painting.. A brief phone call from Bruce who was less than pleased I was going to drop my activities to go over there... A possible agreement that I would call later in the afternoon/evening... A trip to the gym.. groceries.. checking on Pete... a dinner of a salad and fruit.. then heading home to take a cat nap for the rover landing... this was diverted to going to the 'Box for a quick few (and to scout out any shenanigans that might have come forth from Lori's odd planning meeting Saturday night/Sunday morning)..

This turned into chatting with people and then my inevitable sticking around (the drive time would have fucked up my schedule).. I tried to rally some people to care but boobie photohunt took precedence. I saw the landing and watched the mirth of the NASA folk to the tune of some group of dbag Golden Tee people's shitty country music. I paid my tab and left to Willie Nelson's "God Bless America" on my Zune. I get home to see all the news stations decided to go to shitty prerecorded crap programs. I watched some of the NASA footage live on the web.. shed tears that no one seemed to care about the magnitude of this.. and now a bit sullen and annoyed.

Fuck people.