Wednesday
Oy. Burning out. Monday, the highest day of the week, let me clean all the upstairs wood floors. That gave me a lot of exercise. Tuesday, I walked and biked around part of this end of town. After a lot of exercise and two zappages, I'm shaky and cold. I've got a great plan for the afternoon, though, so I'm just going to rest before then.
The next two weekdays...yuch. Continuous treatment does increase my weak pissedness, but I've become more expert at acting well despite that.
"The Buried Secret of M. Night Shyamlan" is a fab video. Check it out. I have decided to see everything Shyamalan has made regardless of the reviews saying that it all sucks these days. I wonder if they're just looking at it all from the wrong perspective. Mabye Mr. M. ought to give up the enormity of movies, and move into short little TV shows full of happy doodling. Alfred Hitchcock-esque. The Outer Limits. (The 1960s Outer Limits, I mean. In black and white, of course.)