Goddamnit, one of these nights I'm going to get to bed at a reasonable hour. I suppose it was worth it to see the Lakers lose and Kevin Garnett move a tiny bit closer to the second round.

Went with Kev to see a local theatre company's version of Master and Margarita. Not too bad. If you haven't read the book, you should. In the play, Pontius Pilate yelled the whole time, the Master was a little bitch, and Behemoth was a flaming homosexual (I don't have a problem with the cat itself, it's just his acts I find abhorrent (vague sarcastic reference to Republican homophobia lost on less-nerdy friends--yes!)). Other than that, pretty good job. Margarita was stacked. They gave away counterfeit 10-ruble notes. I want to hit it with the shy girl in Kevin's class.

I also went bowling today: 132, 153, 122, and a kraut dog. The Dude abides.