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It was a "Saw" fest tonight, watching both I and II. The original wasn't bad, and was at least intriguing. The second was...gory...and not so scary. I find more and more with horror movies I'm disappointed. Either the writers are lacking original ideas, or I'm (sigh) getting older and they don't hold the same appeal. But really, every time I see one now, I feel like it's more blood and guts and less suspense. Still, on the drive home (which only took 25 minutes as opposed to the hour it took me to get out there) I was thinking about life and appreciating it and I wonder if there was some truth to that. Do we really only appreciate life when we're dying? I hope not. Maybe I'm thinking too much for something that was a horror movie.
Still, thanks Steve for including me. At least the company was good. :)
Work today: got a lot done, had sushi Friday, filled out the survey, which didn't ask me how we're communicating, and told Lisa I was ready for the next project. Yee haw! She asked, per usual, what was on my agenda for next week. I have three more magazine articles to write, and prob. a few to edit, I have to work with Dave on the efs site and see if CIE or CTS is going anywhere. But bring it on. I hate that feeling of not being crazed, or stressed. I actually don't know what to do with myself.
Mmmm...think I'm going to "have to sacrifice" myself (as mom put it) to help Lala out this weekend. It's not that I mind, at all, but when you phrase it like that...
And to you, I say:
Sell the neighbors all my feelings
Go on and give away my pride
It's hard to laugh and cry, live and die every night
Keep your rolodex of friends
And the remanants can be mine
I guess there'll be no happy endings
When "once upon" is doing time
There's a different kind of meaning now
To livin' on a prayer
Some don't seem to notice
And the rest don't seem to care
Still, thanks Steve for including me. At least the company was good. :)
Work today: got a lot done, had sushi Friday, filled out the survey, which didn't ask me how we're communicating, and told Lisa I was ready for the next project. Yee haw! She asked, per usual, what was on my agenda for next week. I have three more magazine articles to write, and prob. a few to edit, I have to work with Dave on the efs site and see if CIE or CTS is going anywhere. But bring it on. I hate that feeling of not being crazed, or stressed. I actually don't know what to do with myself.
Mmmm...think I'm going to "have to sacrifice" myself (as mom put it) to help Lala out this weekend. It's not that I mind, at all, but when you phrase it like that...
And to you, I say:
Sell the neighbors all my feelings
Go on and give away my pride
It's hard to laugh and cry, live and die every night
Keep your rolodex of friends
And the remanants can be mine
I guess there'll be no happy endings
When "once upon" is doing time
There's a different kind of meaning now
To livin' on a prayer
Some don't seem to notice
And the rest don't seem to care