i saw a leprechaun today. a real one. in roswell's lobby. he was short, fat, in a green 3-piece suit with a bushy red beard, a mischevious grin, knobby walking stick and pot o' gold. i have to tell you, leprechauns are less short and more fat than general mills would have you believe. i'm convinced he was real because i didn't notice him until i almost ran into him, and no one else seemed to notice him except for one wee little irish dancer. it's like he was one of the underground people from that neil gaiman book and i could see him cause i killed the beast. and i do believe it was the luck o' the irish that helped me find my keys later. either that, or it was the luck o' the italian boss who's capable of reading my mind.
i decided to watch "the departed" tonight to get in the mood for st. patty's day. what an incredible movie. i still don't think leo is cute, but now i respect him as an actor. and marky mark should play an angry guy in movies more often. boston looks like it has some gorgeous neighborhoods that i'd love to visit, but i would always stand out as a tourist. i'm in capable of saying "sawr."
mission: wear green was a success. tomorrow will be the seventh day with no problem. the fact that no one noticed probably means i've unintentionally done this before. next year, i'll remember to kick off on march 1. and learn how to say "sawr."
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