It's the weekend! Not just the weekend, baby, it's a loooooooong weekend! And, after this hideous week of the new system, we sure need it. Although, without a doubt, the engineers need it more.

And I got into work yesterday at 11.30a, and was told that everyone would be leaving at noon! Except for me, I had to stay until 3p, but that was basically the same thing. Yay! I actually stayed until 5p, but I wasn't working, I was making a label for my fabulous new mix tape of twangy fabulousness.

Picking the font is sometimes the most important part of making the mix tape, don't you know.

So, free to start my loooooooong weekend early, what did I do but go to the flicks!

And what did I see? Well, Pearl Harbor opened, at long last, and I am very very glad of that, because that means that I won't have to see that damn trailer anymore! I'm certainly not going to see it, do you think that I am insane? Even notwithstanding Roger Ebert's review, in which he froths at the mouth and flames shoot out of his eyes beautifully (thanks, Beth!).

Anyway, Moulin Rouge wasn't playing until 7p, and my God, there wasn't a thing playing. So, I went to see Bridget Jones again, and loved it again. I forgot to tell this story last time I saw it, but Hugh Grant and Colin Firth were on the Today Show about a week apart, and, in regards to the fight in the film, Hugh Grant said, "They had a fight choreographer, and they wanted us to look all tough, but Colin and I said that we should look like two middle-class Englishman would look fighting, meaning like crap."

A week later, Colin Firth was on the show and he said, "I hear that Hugh is going around telling people that we fought that way on purpose, but I'm here to tell you that that's rubbish, we thought we were doing Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

Anyway, the movie was wonderful, the movie was swell, and all I have to say is, I'm aging, fat and awkward, where's my Mark Darcy? Or, more vitally, my Hugh Grant and my Colin Firth fighting over me. I live in New Jersey, boys, let me know when you are coming and I'll give you directions to the house.

Or rather, I'll have Cynthia give you directions, because everyone always gets lost on my directions.

Lenten entries missed:

Roe eulogized Joey Ramone, missed her father, and went to the physical therapist.

Today's horoscope:
If you focus on how your leisure pursuits fall short of your ideal, you'll end up frustrated. Indulge in the recreation you most enjoy.

One year ago today:
I stared right at the clock and set it for 8a in absolute knowledge that it was 7a!

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