John rented a bunch of movies over the weekend, and yeah, they're overdue by now. (At this moment he's working on ripping them even though they're heavily copyright protected. Wicked John.) We don't get to watch many movies these days, with a new little dude running around the house.
I've been wanting to see 'I Heart Huckabees' and 'Ray'. So we managed to make it through about the first 45 min of 'Ray' a couple days ago. Michael spoiled the rest of it for us. Then today, in a moment of sheer desperation at getting some grown-up time, I popped in 'I Heart Huckabees'....and it began with a string of angry profanities. John asked me if I wanted to turn it off, and I said, "No, they're just trying to scare people like me away."
Needless to say, Michael didn't let us make it through that movie either, so I really have no clue what it was about (other than a bunch of confused people trying to figure out the meaning of life. Poor saps. That's kindergarten material. It's getting THROUGH life that sucks.)
Anyway, I've just been angry all day. I read a children's book and went to bed at 7:30. (I started reading the book to Michael, but he wandered off, so I just "enjoyed" it myself.) I was dog-tired. I woke up at midnight...angry. Just flaming angry. Every muscle in my body is sore. John wouldn't give me a massage. (So what if you've got to get up for work in six hours? I need a massage!) I was laying there aching and wishing death upon myself...when I realized that strings of profanity were running through my head. Like 'I Heart Huckabees'. So I'm going to try to wash the anger away. Buh-bye.
