Yesterday was an exhausting day, somehow, though we didn't do much.

We had to fill up the cars with gasoline, so we went to Costco, a place I am starting to enjoy. I've stopped thinking I'm above the whole idea of the place and am diving with the rest for the free samples. It helped that they were free samples of things that I actually liked, like cheesecake and chicken stir fry and apple juice. It also helped that I wasn't cross-eyed from cramps this time.

I got another flat of Pepsi and some blank disks and looked at the snacks, but couldn't think of any candy that I liked well enough to want 24 bars of. Except for maybe white chocolate Kit-Kats, but they didn't have any of those.

Then we went to Kinkos and made some copies of my resume without my NY number (I'm pretending that I live only here, remember?), then trimmed them down to 8x10, then went to Radio Shack and got an adaptor so that I can plug in my laptop in the den, and by the time we got home, I was absolutely shattered.

No idea why I was so tired, none at all, but we ended up not going to see The Ladykillers at the Academy and just collapsing at home and eating pizza and cherry cheesecake.

Missing Ladykillers was no great loss, not after Ebert and Roper's review last week, which basically said that it was the worst film ever, other than Dogville, which was the afternoon movie that we also missed. Now that one really didn't sound like something that I wanted to see, miserable people having miserable things happen to them, and then being even more miserable.

Watching a rerun of Buffy on FX, which I have gotten extremely attached to, along with the reruns of Angel on TNT, and all I can say is, can we have a few less flashback scenes where Angel is forced to pretend that he is Irish?

The poor man hasn't got a facility with dialects, to say the least, and his attempts sends all the dogs in the neighbourhood howling in my head.

Today's horoscope:
When was the last time you heard all about how wonderful you are? Well, if you can stop cleaning long enough to spend time with dear ones, you'll hear it today. Just don't forget to say thank you.

One year ago today:
Afterwards, I said to Omar, "Um, our first scene was a little different than usual," and he answered that we are still rehearsing and finding things, but that wasn't what I meant so much as it was by far the hottest that scene has ever been.

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