Saturday was not fun. Mavis and I did some shopping yesterday, which was a real bright spot, but other than that, there was no joy. However, today is different. Oh wait…today is all work, too.
I’m supposed to have company later this morning — maybe that will brighten my day. Ever have one of those mornings when even going back to bed doesn’t seem to be a viable option? I think it’s just that time of the year. It happens. Ah well…nothing that a café mocha won’t fix. Be right back.
And there we go. I was going to review The Rum Diary for you this morning, but decided against it — mostly because it left me not really caring. It was mildly entertaining (it’s Johnny, after all, luvs), but overlong. Depp gave too many Jack Sparrowish puzzled-and-grossed-out looks; the plot was fractious, the bad guys stereotyped…basically a disappointment. Blah.
But hey, there’s always The Godfather II. Turned on the set at 10:00 last night, and there it was on AMC. Nice way to end the evening!
And, in case you don’t frequent Facebook for my pithy updates: we’re almost there.