the movie on the tele is ending i think. its Mad Love, the one with Peter Lorre and circa 1935.
its such a great piece of narrative. and i fall inlove with this kind of thing far too easily. i could go on an entire day of just watching these movies. i've done it before. blocked everyone out. blotted out the light. withdrawing from the weather, from fresh air.
earlier i crocheted quite a good deal, enough so my hand was cramped.. but not enough, of course, to be done. i'm so far from that i think.
i feel bloated and rule comes "home" this saturday at noon.
charles' chicago friends are in town for the AAN conference. i think its marvelous that shes attending a conference these next few days. i'm quite proud of her and can't think why i've any real right to be proud of her as though she were my daughter or sister or cousin.
last night we three, that is to say janwar, charles n' i went to a late showing of Batman Begins. i was pleased and my pleasure outweighed my distracted state of mind.. what with the musical score over-taking the highly stylized (or maybe crafted is a better description) dialogue.
its a shame that i don't know enough to be displeased with it.
i'm tired now, just a wreck really.
tomorrow is a fresh pair of underwear and i look forward to the support.
02:46 - Friday, Jun. 17, 2005
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