11 Hours and Change Til Up, Up, and Away...

Got tix to see Superman Returns for one of the first showings (15 minutes after the first), 10:15 tonight.

Now what?

What the holy living fuck am I gonna do to kill 11 hours? Work will help, but I'm beyond 7-year-old-on-Christmas-Eve already.

It's like Kate Beckinsale agreeing to a night of tantric sex... beginning in 11 hours.

This could possibly be my last post before I pass out and miss the whole thing.

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NOTE: Not that my earlier Built to Spill post wasn't genius, but it's The Day Superman Returns; I've got to have something Super today.