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Friday, January 11, 2008 @ 10:19 AM
I had a really hard time getting to sleep last night. Really hard. I'm only tired when I'm trying to get up, I'm never tired when it's time to go to sleep. Tomorrow I have to be up at 7am to baby-sit in the morning, and I'm going to be exhausted. And then I'll be chasing around a toddler for four hours. So by the time I get home, I might not have the energy to hold my head up.
I watched Psycho with Amanda. She had never seen it, but pretty much knew the plot, since it's kind of part of everyone's cultural lexicon at this point. Like Citizen Kane. You don't need to have seen it to know that rosebud is a sled. It wasn't as good as I remember. I mean, obviously it was revolutionary in its day, but I remember watching it in high school and finding it suspenseful. It might be because Amanda and I were making fun of everyone... that might have undermined the suspense factor somewhat.
Last night we watched Little Miss Sunshine. I hadn't seen it since the theatres, so it was interesting to see it for a second time. I love Steve Carrell. I love Duane. I love Olive. I love the grandfather. I love Kirby. I hate, hate, hate Greg Kinnear's character. The pageant announcer is so profoundly creepy that I had to avert my eyes whenever he came onscreen. Amanda told me there are at least four alternate endings. Because they didn't know how to the hell to end that movie.
My whole agenda for today is going to the post office to pick up a package. That's seriously my entire "to do" list for today. It's nice to have a day off, sure, but... yeesh. I need more reason than that to leave the apartment on a cold day. I told myself I was going to spend the day typing up old crap from notebooks. I have part of a play written in a notebook that I never finished or bothered to type, and I hope to someday finish it, but it's not going to be today. The weird thing is that I never mind typing up monologues from other people's plays for the database, but I have such a strong objection to sitting here and typing up my own work right now. It just seems like the most boring task in the world... Is this a bad sign?
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1 Comments:
At 12:25 PM,
Josh said…
Shit, rosebud is a sled? Dammit! Now you're ruined the ending, I can never watch it! Aggghhh!
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