Pre-pre-premature travel plans

Today, I learned that after all these years of driving to outrageous locations, most major rental car companies rent cars with hand controls for no extra charge. I just about flipped my shit. Needless to say, I'm renting a fucking car when Michael and I go to Los Angeles to see Rufus Wainwright at the Hollywood Bowl. No messy business about driving six hours, trying to not hurt my back, navigating one of the biggest concert venues in America, and then driving six hours home. Instead, I've booked a 45 minute flight from Phoenix to Burbank, a cozy little hotel room in my former home town of Arcadia, California, and I'm renting myself a pretty little car to wiggle my way around town.

I do love progress.

Speaking of which, my progress on the new Mac is just lovely. I don't have any major software for it yet. I'm waiting for the new Adobe Mother of Fuck All CS3 Collection to come out in July. I'll sever off another arm and a leg for it, and never have to buy software ever again. (Oh, it is to laugh.) I still need to transfer my writing software on here, but I haven't even done my homework enough to know if I can even load that thing onto a mac yet.

Too bad, I've been productive enough for one day.