So, after a week of actually posting every day, I missed posting yesterday's entry yesterday, but for a good reason!

I was tired at 2.30a, and thought, "Well, I could finish my entry and post it, or I could actually go to sleep at a reasonable hour! And I did! Not only that, but I woke up at 7.30a after being jolted from sleep because I dreamed that someone was calling me.

No-one was, but I was awake, so I decided to get up. Yes! Up before 2p! I was even able to get breakfast at McDonald's. I feel very proud of myself. Doesn't take much.

So yesterday the skies opened and the rain rain rain came down down down.

I had to pick up the kids from school, and cleverly decided to take the car rather than walk half a mile in the rain to Molly's school, then take the opportunity to buy heavy groceries when picking up Bonnie from the bus.

Molly was shocked to see me waiting for her, since every other time I've picked her up, I've been slightly to appallingly late. "No, Kymmie, you don't wait around for me, I wait around for you!"

Then we got home and did homework. Bonnie is just learning to read, and I need to stop being impatient with her, but she does have a tendency to ask people to read her homework instructions for her rather than try herself. She's perfectly capable of reading on her own when she tries, but it's just too exhausting. Apparently.

Anyway, I make her read, and I say "What other 'E' sounds are there?" and blocking off half the word so that she can read it bit by bit and getting annoyed with her when she says "eevery" and sounds things out with the letters in the wrong order or with letters that aren't there at all or whatever.

And then suddenly I'll realize that "special" is actually a very hard word. And I tell her what it is. There's no excuse for not being able to read "every" or "sentence", though.

Cynthia had gone to see the SAG screening, and I was going to see a later one. But it just kept raining. Really really really hard. How much did I want to see this movie?

Then Cynthia came home. "How much do I want to see this movie" "Unfortunately, you really want to see this movie."

Here's how to go to the movies in a massive rainstorm in the most stressful way possible:

First, you decide to leave the house an hour before the movie starts. A movie that you cannot go into late--once they close the doors, that's it. And it's the last showing on the last day. Then you don't actually leave the house until 50 minutes before the movie starts.

As you leave the house, you grab your cigarettes and a pack of matches with only three matches in it. Let me make this clear, you look at the book of matches, you see that there are only three matches left, you know that it is the deluge, and you think "Yup, that's enough matches! Doop-dee-doop-dee-doo..."

As you are walking down the street, you light one of your precious matches just as a gust up wind blows it out. "Fuck you!" you say, just before realizing that one of your neighbours is sitting in the dark and the cold on his porch (clearly a loony), so you have to say, "Whoops, I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to the wind! Hehehe..." Who's the loony now?

Then you walk to the bus stop, and while you are standing, waiting for the van in the pouring rain, you try again to light your cigarette. Unfortunately, the pack of matches has gotten wet, and the second match fails to light at all. You try one more, of course, there's only one more to try, and it lights.

The second it lights, two vans drive by. You let them go, because you have just lit this cigarette against all damn odds, and besides, another one will be along real soon.

Yeah. Or not. You wait for a really really long time for another van. In the cold, driving rain. You end up having time to smoke three cigarettes. You almost wish that the van won't come at all, because if you end up going into the city for no reason at all, you're going to be really pissed.

The van comes. There isn't much traffic and you make it into the city relatively quickly. You just miss a bus, but another one comes right away. You have 26 minutes to get to the theatre. It's possible.

You get off the bus and switch to the crosstown bus. You peer up the street, wondering if you should walk it in the rain, but there's a bus just a couple of blocks away. It arrives, you get on. You have 12 minutes to get to the theatre. Piece of cake.

The last block suddenly takes forever. The worst bit is where you are literally parked next to the theatre for five minutes, but you can't get out of regular busses between stops. You have three minutes. If your watch is right.

You get out at the stop, but you can't run to the theatre, because your sandals are too slippery because of the rain. If they close that door in your face, you'll burst through the doors like the alien, if necessary. You see someone at the door. "Don't close it, I'm coming!"

You make it in as they close the door. Then you start going through your wallet. You take every single solitary thing out, but your SAG Film Society card ain't there. Fortunately, you get to sign in once without your card. It's only the second screening of the year, but you get to go into the theatre. Soaking wet, you barely made it.

And the movie sucks.

Just kidding! The movie was absolutely splendid, and worth the much wetter I got on the trip home. It's called Finding Neverland, starring Johnnie Depp and Kate Winslet and it's about how J.M. Barrie wrote Peter Pan.

O my God, what a lovely movie. So funny and sad and great and filled with feeling. And there is nothing like hearing a roomful of jaded actors at a screening sniffling and snorfling away. But it's not maudlin!

It's just gorgeous, the performances are terrific all around, Johnny Depp's Scottish accent is so good that after 5 minutes, I stopped thinking, "My goodness, that's a good accent!", and it contains absolutely the best version of "clap your hands if you believe in fairies" ever put to film.

It's not as though we don't all know that scene from Peter Pan, it's not as though everyone living can't recite it by heart, but it's so beautiful and moving and the only reason that everyone in the theatre didn't leap up as one and clap their hands off was because we couldn't bear to miss any of the dialogue.

And Dustin Hoffman acquits himself nicely for Hook.

It opens in November. Do. Not. Miss. It. Seriously.

There's a new notify list since my page switched servers.

I sent out invites to all of the old list, but about 300 of you haven't confirmed yet, so either everything was spam-filtered out, or everyone hates me now.

Anyway, if you didn't get it and don't hate me and want to be on the new list, click here!

Caught up with Miss Doxie, Gentry and Mo.

Today's horoscope:
If it smells good, feels good or makes you think that you'll look better wearing it, you'll gladly shell out lots of your hard-earned pesos to have it. Just don't deplete the bank account.

One year ago today:
Is that not the most spectacular ass bruise you have ever seen?

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