I drove ALLLLLLLLLLLLL the way to central Phoenix to do my usual Saturday night volunteering gig for the homeless youth outreach program, only to remember once I got there that my shift was cancelled. I really need to start writing shit down.

So I called Adam and behold he was on his way to that part of town to look for furniture. (I've been volunteering at this place for a year and have NEVER noticed there is a furniture store across the street.) We looked at (made fun of) over-priced furniture and then decided to see a movie.

We ended up seeing The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I have never read the book. If I had I probably would have wanted my $8.50 back. As a novice to the story, it was a quirky, fun romp of a film, however after reading the New Times review, I imagine fans of the book are not as kind with their comments.

On the wacky dream front: last night I had a dream where I was hosting a big community Thanksgiving meal. Mos Def was there (sans his towel) sitting across from me. The woman sitting next to me made a comment about how much better the dinner would be if a celebrity was there. Poor Mos Def looked so hurt he wasn't recognized. He didn't even touch his dinner.

One last thing, if you go see a move the is rated PG even though it's not a "kid's movie", be prepared to see a lot of fucking trailers for kid's movies. I mean A LOT! Two movies were basically the same movie (comical coach turns a team of losers into a team of winners) only one starred Will Ferrell and the other Martin Lawrence. God help us all. The trailer for The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl made me want to slit my own throat. It was enough to send Marvin the Paranoid Android over the edge.