I got home at 12:30 tonight after seeing The Life Aquatic with Marc, and scared my mother when I came through the front door. She was in the hallway in her pajamas, having just been in the middle of a dream about a Japanese man's nightmare (her summary, not mine) when my dog woke her up by whining to go out. Now my mum wanted to see footage of the tsunami damage on the news, so we sat on the couch to watch clips of people yelling in brown water.
Then my dad came downstairs to tell us that we'd woken him from a dream about Tom Waits, a washtub base, and a filthy bit of newspaper covered in cryptic clues about a hotel address. I ate sugar cookies and thought about how much I like Angelica Houston, and Jeff Goldblum, and Bill Murray, and stop-motion animation and three-legged dogs. During the commercial breaks, I mean, not during the news. The news was mesmerizing and sad.
I just realized that I have work tomorrow.
Postscript: No, I do not have work tomorrow. Joy! This is why I should always check my messages before bed, or before abruptly ending posts to get what sleep I can. Incidentally, the above anecdote may not have made much sense, but I'm getting steadily more tired, and all's a bit blurry. Bed.
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2 comments:
Blast! I wanted to see that.
I'd gladly see it again Nernie! And you know that movie with Topher Grace in a suit we kept seeing the trailer for? It might be in theatres by now, but my dad was sent a "for your consideration" copy on DVD. You need to come over soon, and we'll watch it, yes?
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