Thursday, January 13, 2005

Dude. Caught the 10:50 showing of Ocean's 12, which let out at about 1:10 a.m. Oh. My. God. It was fucking pouring out there. There was more water pressure in that rain than there was in my shower at the gym this morning. Fortunately I didn't park too far away from the building and I found the exit nearest my car. But still, whoa. Trippy, coming out of the theater and finding that the weather has done a complete turn-around. A couple of construction workers (overnight job?) said if I gave them my car keys they'd bring my car around for me, smart-asses. It was kinda funny. It's a good thing that I've been running a lot lately. I bade them good-night and sprinted to the car.

Paints has to take a crap. What are we going to do?

As for the movie, it was dumb, senseless, entirely forgettable, and highly enjoyable. That, with a Cherry Coke and nachos, was a nice short-term diversion.

Suffering from some withdrawal symptoms. How long's it going to take to wean off the Effexor completely?

Oh, oh, oh. One actor in Ocean's 12, a Frenchman, let me look him up. Ah, Vincent Cassel. He was in Brotherhood of the Wolf, a French flick. It was a funny movie in that these dudes in the 1700's knew martial arts and fought in slow mo just like John Woo. Anywho, Vincent Cassel's character wound up raping his sister, a very disconcerting scene, especially considering I was watching the movie with my brother. Yuck, yuck, and yuck. At least there was this one actor in the movie, Mark Dacascos, who was so totally hot. Yum.

If Eduard tries to call to get together tomorrow, I shall inform him that I have other plans. Which I do, I have to go to a CoDA meeting and then hit the hay early for an appointment on Friday. So there.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:23 AM

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