March 17th, 2009

Just finished packing for my trip to Monterey. Among the standard items tossed into the suitcase are my school books. I’m training to become a private investigator. I have a whole Phillip Marlowe scenario playing out in my head. This venture will either turn out to be an unexpected pleasure or another sitcom waiting to happen. I’ll be listening to the third book in the Twilight series as I drive. I’ve really enjoyed the series but at times my mind tends to wander while the book is being read. I’m not as moved by the werewolf aspect of the story. Werewolves?of all the monsters, the Wolf Man had it the worst I think. More body hair than Ed Asner in a line trap, never able to have a white couch in his house…. I do like a man with a mustache however. Now if I could only find a man who likes the same thing in a woman. But I kid. The Twilight movie comes out on DVD on Friday. How pathetic! I’ve set my sights on spending the weekend lost in a teenage driven film. Well, not the entire weekend. I’ll be working on the many opportunities the world of private investigation promises to deliver. Behind every failure is an opportunity somebody wished they had missed.