i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

did i loan someone my copy of raymond carver's what we talk about when we talk about love? i can't remember if i loaned it out or just lost it (both are possibilities; i tend to trail stray books all over the place like i'm a personal walking library, which is why i've had to replace certain favorites three and four times), and i was craving it this weekend.

( in which i go on about reading short stories, at probably boring length )

on saturday, rageprufrock, triskellita and i went to see casino royale (daniel craig = hot like burning, movie = best bond flick in years, if just a tad too long) and then darastar joined us for happy feet (elijah wood = omg so charming as animated penguin, movie = SO GOOD I CAN'T EVEN), the two movies separated by some aimless wandering of the mall. christmas crowds in november make me insane; too many people, too much noise, just too ... everything. but we had a lovely dinner at maggiano's and the movies were both fantastic, so it was a success on all counts, especially since i didn't beat any annoying shoppers to death with my purse. arrests for murder always put a damper on an outing, you know.

sunday was devoted to five loads of laundry (three of clothes, two of sheets and towels, eliminating ALL LAUNDRY BACKLOG, thank the lord) and the tarheel basketball game. i did very little homework. i lay on the couch and read trashy crime novels. i did not write, and i did not justify to myself not writing. i was a large lump of uselessness.

i want my brain back; school has consumed my desire to do anything other than flop on the couch like a beached whale. i would like to have large, interesting thoughts about fandom! i would like to rewrite and post some stories for you guys! i would like to not feel fragile, bruised and exhausted every single day of the week! i am tired of feeling less than human all the time.

tell me something good. tell me that stargate: atlantis really does start again in canada, with the second half of season 3, tonight. because that would make everything okay, for real.

eta: i have located the GREATEST PHOTO IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. ben browder kisses michael shanks! in public! *falls over* my mood = 150% percent improved, between this photo and the notion of an acc fantasy basketball league. today might not be so wretch after all.