Asian Poo

There's nothing more depressing than finishing a season of a TV show on DVD. That's it, there's no more, now you have to find something else to do. I promised myself I would be productive this weekend but Sunday has arrived and the only thing productive I've done is shave my legs. The theater has been busy, busy like it's Christmas. Iron Man is apparently the best Marvel movie since the first Spider Man, possibly better. There have been people crying after because of its goodness. I was off at 11p.m. last night but I didn't leave until 1:30. I could have stayed later. When I got home last night I caught a raccoon eating my moldy cheese cake. Those raccoons are sneaky here. At my last place I saw them every night, here you see evidence of them but you never see them. Now I know it's a raccoon and not the neighbours dog. I also discovered a little secret that I 'm not sure what to do about. One side of my house shares one bathroom and the other side shares the other bathroom. My Asian room mate, who doesn't share my bathroom sneaks into my bathroom early in the morning and takes a poo there. Maybe my bathroom is better for that or it's some kind of revenge, it's just a little weird.