And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful, and it kills him inside...

Over the weekend I had Rihanna's "Unfaithful" stuck in my head, for some reason. I don't particularly like the song, yet it was still stuck in my head. And I don't completely understand why it's called "Unfaithful" and not "Murderer", which is the obvious choice, to me. But then again, Rihanna's 12 (or 18), so I guess she's kinda too young to have a song called "Murderer"... that and she's not much of a gangster (thankfully).

As for the weekend, it went. I didn't get much moving done, which means I'll have to pick up the pace, and I didn't get all my work done (which sucks even more). I did finally manage to get my oil change, which was good--I worried that my engine was about to burn out.

And I got to read a bit more of Hitchhiker's Guide, so now I'm wonder what the question is to "42", and enjoying the fact that Editor Lig Lury is "Missing, Presumed Fed". That, and trying to plot what next to move (not a SEP, unfortunately)...


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer