And one of life’s simple pleasures has re-entered my life. WWE Monday Night Raw. As you can probably ascertain from that statement, I didn’t make it to Broadway Under the Stars in Bryant park, but I think it might have been for the better. After all, I got to see Kurt Angle drafted to RAW, Shawn Michaels make his return, and Stone Cold Steve Austin (which is always a treat). Plus, I totally forgot I’m playing WWE Fantasy this go around, so I made a hell of a lot of points off Chris Jericho alone tonight. Sweet.
Of course, none of that means anything to most of the people reading this thing.
Wait, is anyone reading this thing? I wouldn’t know… because nobody comments.
I was also giddy tonight to realize that Comedy Central has come back to me. The Daily Show is now an accessable program every night. I have missed John Stewart while I was at the New Yorker.
Now all that’s left since I’m home is to — oh, yeah — see my friends! I plan on seeing Slafta tomorrow at some point, I’ve started making plans with Cathy for Batman Begins this Wednesday, and it’ll be any day now before I walk over to Asher’s house.
I’m excited for this summer. I’m determined to learn to barbecue, with hopes of throwing a party at some point during these next few months. We shall see.