1) My mother is even worse at watching movies than I am, which quite possibly explains why I'm so bad at it. This evening, we attempted to watch "The Talented Mr. Ripley" (which, on its own, is a 2 hour and 15 minute movie, and which we'd both seen) and it took us from 5:30 to 9:30. I got a phone call, then she had to send an email, then I had to go to the bathroom, then she had to, then she wanted pop corn. And the thing is, it didn't bother me. But it did give me a nice perspective on why my movie "watching" style might drive someone (everyone) else crazy. (Please ignore the above if you have ever or will ever consider paying me for movie reviews...)
2) I'm more or less packed for Germany, but I don't leave until Thursday night. I ruled out Tuesday as a packing day because I have a 15 minute appointment with a nurse at my doctor's office for a shot, and then that night am going to dinner and trivia with my dad. I ruled out Wednesday for more reasonable reasons. Sort of.
3) I'm only slightly less stressed about the prospect of my last day of work than I was about my first day. But maybe I'm just sad about relinquishing my Viacom ID/prox card.
4) I have not done enough "stupid things while I'm still young" things. Not enough one night stands (count: zero, depending on your definition), not enough tattoos (count: again zero), generally not enough excess. The trip to Germany was ostensibly going to be the (financially) irresponsible thing I did this summer, but even that panned out such that I seem almost frugal again. Not that I am complaining, or would even have reason to complain about the trip being spontaneously subsidized. But somehow not being $900 short makes me want to get a tattoo. A big one.
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