For the past couple of days I’ve been alternating between (a) the feeling that I just want to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and (b) the desire to do something really really fun and creative.
Yesterday, I forced myself to go out to a movie. I had tickets to an advance screening of a film called The Year of the Dog at the Bytowne. (The movie trailer is on the website, check it out.) I walked in there not even knowing what it was about, but I was pleasantly surprised. It was very good, quirky and original, although it might not be for everyone. A lot of the films I like (this goes for Mark too) are like that.
The undercurrent of the film left me a little sad and wrung out.
On the way home from the movie I cranked the radio for Hey there Delilah.
Oh man. What a beautiful song, but it just dragged me down even further. Can you see a theme here? I get emotionally involved in my media. Happy music makes me happy. Sad music makes me sad. Now do you know why I find it so hard to watch shows like ER and House?
I came home, gave my leftover popcorn to Mark and went upstairs to read. The book I have currently on the go is called The Dispossessed. It’s about poverty in the UK.
Gah. Time to focus on something a little more upbeat.
I bought some mortar the other day. I have projects in mind (looks squarely at Marla) and perhaps today would be a good day to start one or two of them. But first I need to figure out where I put the trowel.
