I just watched this crazy movie from 1980 called The Changeling, in which George C. Scott (god rest his soul) plays a composer whose wife and daughter are killed in a car accident, so to escape it all he moves to a mansion that is -- you guessed it -- haunted by what he thinks is the ghost of a little girl. But all is not as it seems. Creepy, creepy, film that kinda falls apart in the last reel, but still pretty good.
Earlier, I watched a Peter Sellers classic, The Party. It's the amazing how hit or miss Blake Edwards comedy can be. There were parts of the movie that were just bend-over, laugh-out-loud funny, but when they brought in the elephant, the movie truly jumped the shark.
I gotta remember to change my Netflix mailing address tomorrow, so I can get my movies sent directly to the apartment.
I missed a chance today to tell my boss that I'm quitting. I was going to do it at the end of the day, but she managed to be away from her office from 4:00 p.m. on, so I was left there waiting until 5:45.
Tomorrow's another day, I guess.
He didn't like the fact that my hand was too close to him as I was reaching to close the window, so he bit me. I don't know if meant to break skin, but he drew blood, and I was having none of it. I rubbed my blood all over his nose so he'd know what I was so pissed off about (as if that was gonna clue him in), and I beat the snot out of him. He hasn't come out from under the sofa for an hour.
So I'm the one who's bleeding, and I feel badly. What's wrong with this picture?
I'm a little amazed at how calm I am about breaking the news about my quitting. This is normally the sort of thing that would totally freak me out. And we all know how well I handle any conflict -- even the imagined kind.
Maybe this is some sort of rite of passage or something. Or maybe I'm just so numb from the last few years that I can't be bothered to worry about the debacle I might be making of my life.
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