Ron and I re-rented Margaret Cho’s movies the past two nights. She is just so damned funny. I find different things funny each time – this time when she says ‘I wanted to be thin like The Friends. WHY CAN’T I BE THE FRIENDS!’
We also rented Swimfan which is as awful as you’ve imagined. It was bad. Wow.
Also on the viewing list was Cecil B. Demented which re-awoke my inner artistic guerilla. I still have never seen any of John Waters’s opuses (opi?). I always read more about movies and theories than actually seeing them. Same thing with my hero, Mr. Alfred Hitchcock.
I have been very complacent lately. Lifeless. Apathetic. Sometimes I think I should go back on Zoloft but then I right a journal or rage and dis-satisfaction and I feel fine a few hours later.
Ron’s teeth-grinding is driving me batty. I am sending him to sleep at his own home tonight – between the snoring and the grinding teeth I can’t get to sleep. I turn on the box fan on high trying to drown it out – and I got the aquarium pump bubbling as well but it doesn’t block out the noise.
Group coaching at the gyms has been pretty pedestrian. I do have two gals that show up every week on Sundays and I have enjoyed coaching with them – need to ask them if they’d like to do some one-on-one work. Downtown has been a lot slower – people just don’t stick around for sessions.
Did all my laundry yesterday – it’s all folded – or at least the shirts are all laid flat. Today’s goal is get through all the email I’ve got backed up in my inbox and get the laundry put away as well.