I skipped yoga again yesterday morning. I feel bad about it, but I have this swollen gland in my throat and it hurts me to turn my neck, so I thought that I wouldn't go.

It's beginning to be ridiculous, though, since I haven't been in weeks and Donna is about to go to Maine for the summer. I'll go on Wednesday, I'll force myself if I start dragging my feet again. I swear, I am such a goddamn creature of habit, if I take one time off I'm pinwheeling out into the stratosphere.

I left messages for Philip and Omar on Friday night to tell them that we are on, that Moon had a director, two in fact, and Omar called me back, waking me up yesterday morning.

He was thrilled, over the moon, no pun intended. He was in Lancaster with the harem, his wife and cousin, and they saw The Matrix Reloaded partially because they all wanted to see it and partially because he promised to see Down With Love with me. I'll bet that went over real well when he told them that. They really hate me. And somehow it doesn't look like we're going to be one big happy family anytime soon.

There were matinee and an evening shows yesterday, so between the shows I went to see The Matrix Reloaded, buying my ticket hours ahead of time to be certain to get in.

And it was swell! I really loved it, particularly Keanu's outfit, that long dress (okay, coat) that made him look like a sexy priest. I really love a butch guy in a dress, there isn't an awful lot sexier than that. And there was other good stuff, too! The twin ghosts and the frenchman and Persephone and the hot sex and the cool fights and all that vinyl and leather. It's a fetishist's wet dream, this movie.

And I knew to stay to the end to see the trailer for Revolutions, though I'd say at least 2/3rds of the audience did not have that information. It looks pretty great, too. Can't wait!

Lenten entries missed:

Cindy really really really hated American Express, won the centerpiece, thought about what she wants to do with her life, and ruminated on her in-laws getting a divorce.

Today's horoscope:
A few hours off can seem like a vacation. Once you get a taste of what it's like to relax, maybe you'll want more. Consider caring for yourself on a regular basis instead of only in stressed-out moments.

One year ago today:
There is a world of things that I don't know how to do, and if I learn the clarinet even a little bit, that will be one less!

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