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I am being forced to acknowledge that Christmas is fast approaching. Certain people are even putting up their Christmas decorations already. I'm not doing mine till after Thanksgiving, and I still need to decide if I'm going to use my small tree or get a larger one. The neighbors haven't started coating the complex in lights yet, either, though I'm excited to see what they come up with this year. Hmm. And I can't really put the tree where I put it last year, because that would put it right in front of etumon's computer. (Muwahahahahah!) My other idea is to put it by the window, either between the end table and shelf or where the end table is now.
I just watched the Brokeback Mountain trailer again and...I'm pretty sure that movie is going to break me. I mean, on the one hand, gay cowboys! But on the other hand, there's no way it can end well. It's going to be sad and depressing, which is not something I handle well. Seriously, I read a Stargate: Atlantis story last weekend where John died of cancer (I know! I'm stupid!) and I *bawled* and then was depressed for the entire night. If Brokeback Mountain didn't feature gay cowboys, it would *so* be the kind of movie I normally go out of my way to avoid.
My sleep schedule is seriously out of whack, which is why I'm up at 4 AM while I'm SICK. I slept practically all day, and now I don't want to sleep anymore. And I'm bored with everything. I already read books, and watched TV, and caught up on my flist. So tomorrow (by which I mean Sunday) I'm hoping I'll feel good enough to actually go *somewhere else* and do something. Then I can come back home and go to bed early.
I just watched the Brokeback Mountain trailer again and...I'm pretty sure that movie is going to break me. I mean, on the one hand, gay cowboys! But on the other hand, there's no way it can end well. It's going to be sad and depressing, which is not something I handle well. Seriously, I read a Stargate: Atlantis story last weekend where John died of cancer (I know! I'm stupid!) and I *bawled* and then was depressed for the entire night. If Brokeback Mountain didn't feature gay cowboys, it would *so* be the kind of movie I normally go out of my way to avoid.
My sleep schedule is seriously out of whack, which is why I'm up at 4 AM while I'm SICK. I slept practically all day, and now I don't want to sleep anymore. And I'm bored with everything. I already read books, and watched TV, and caught up on my flist. So tomorrow (by which I mean Sunday) I'm hoping I'll feel good enough to actually go *somewhere else* and do something. Then I can come back home and go to bed early.