it's come to this: Saturday night at the DMV
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-five years and one million words
Last night at around 8:00 that I decided I needed to get out of the apartment. So I went to office (across the parking lot) to use the Internet connection there to check on the listings for the new X-men movie. I eventually decided against seeing the film on my own (I've never seen the point of watching a movie in a cinema on your own), and wound up tinkering around on the 'net for a couple of hours.
Then I remembered that I'd never gotten around to correcting my address with the provincial ministry of health or the driver's license people. So I looked up how to do on their respective web sites, and discovered that I could use a kiosk in the same mall where the cinema happens to be. What's more, the kiosk was supposedly available until 1 AM. Ever the optimist, I headed over to see if it was true. And sure enough, at 10:30 on a Saturday night, I found the thing and successfully changed my addresses.
I know what you're thinking: how does he stand the blazing pace of his white-hot social calendar?