A bit under the weather today. This time-of-the-month stuff can really be a bitch as a girl gets older. I woke up with a headache, and instead of being sensible and taking it easy, which Karen-the-acupuncturist is always telling me to do ("you're losing a lot of blood, after all!"), I had to be stupid and go run errands in the prime heat of the day. So I got overheated and a little woozy and incredibly parched and a little edgy. A couple of protein bars and a bottle of water set me more-or-less to rights, and I've spent the rest of the day on the couch with cats and crochet and movies.
I just finished watching You Can't Take It With You on Netflix. Adorable movie! The kooky family reminds me of the Drinkwaters in Little Big. You can read some of the screenplay here. The play won a Pulitzer, and the movie won an Oscar. Both well deserved. Definitely one to add to the DVD collection.
Now I'm re-watching the first season of Heroes. I've missed bits of it here and there, so now that I'm able to watch it without commercials, it makes so much more sense.
The Apartment is on tonight, too. Great flick. Sad and real and funny. Especially Jack Lemmon straining spaghetti with a tennis racket.
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