Those goddamn kids are going to drive me to drink.

Again, again with the running and the thumping and the screaming at motherfucking dawn, so I stomped up the stairs and tore them off a strip, or rather tore Bonnie off a strip, because Molly was sitting quietly on the sofa, and then went back downstairs.

Ten minutes later I was back up there.

"What part of what I said did you not understand?! I am trying to sleep! And you are still jumping and thumping and running! You are going to sit down and you are going to shut up, aren't you?!"
"yes."
"I had better not have to come up here again. Do you understand me?"
"yes."

It took me ages after that to get back to sleep because they were making noise that I couldn't yell about, I can't tell them not to walk or speak, but because I was already awake, the quieter noises were keeping me awake.

And if I had to go up there again, I didn't know what exactly I would do, since I probably shouldn't say "Is it that you are stupid or willful?" and I can't spank them, 'cause I'm not their parent, and I can't take away privileges, 'cause I'm not their parent, and I am basically just a tower of impotent rage.

Eventually, though, they were quiet long enough for me to go back to sleep, so they didn't find out that I had nothing in my holster.

Saw Ocean's 11 again last night.

I wanted to see Gosford Park, but I had missed the start of the screening, so I had to see George instead. Don't throw me into that briar patch.

It's so lovely, fun and free. The only thing it has going against it is Don Cheadle's appalling cockney accent. It's really astounding bad. It's Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins bad. But fortunately, there are ten other guys who do alot of the talking, so it really only is mildly problematic, the imperfection in the heart of the diamond.

The audience was pretty full and pretty noisy, which was kind of annoying, but they all roared with surprise so much over the denouement that I forgave them for being noisy. It's nice to listen to people enjoying a story.

The other thing that struck me was how good my father would have been in the Carl Reiner role!

Today's horoscope:
An excellent day for organizing the domestic scene. Now is the time to face those cleanup and straightening projects.

One year ago today:
Apparently there is something called an "inauguration" tomorrow.

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