Perpetual Smile

This morning I babysat Katarina for my Aunt Rikki so that she could get some work done. Poor little Kat is sick with a viral infection in her throat and an ear infection, so she wasn’t her usual happy self. Uncle Reno pumped me full of coffee, even though I had already bought a cup at Dunkin Donuts.

I got home early this afternoon and since then I’ve been working on the Letters of Love site. My goal is to have it finished by tonight, but it’s hard to work right now. I have a lot on my mind. It also doesn’t help that the particular person whom is causing all of this grief refuses to answer their phone and talk to me.

This is a huge waste of a post, but I know if I keep going I’ll say things I may regret later on.

Anyway, Mike and I watched Midnight Meat Train last night on FearNET and it was pretty good. I just wish Clive Barker could have given us some sort of explanation for the odd things the antagonist pulled off of his skin every night. It was very B-movie and very Clive Barker.

Edit: I finally got in touch with the person in question. Hopefully I will be able to sit down and talk to them soon.

I’m not sure if I’m going to go see the Twilight movie. None of the actors look like the characters in the books; the vampires’ actors are not pale enough, Jacob’s actor doesn’t look remotely Native American, and so on. I’m also terrified that they are going to ruin the book.

What do you think?

I just saw part of the trailer — I didn’t want to spoil anymore of it! — for Saw V and I am so excited. In the trailer, a murderer who went to prison for only five years because of some loophole was strapped to a table… with a pendulum over him. Is anyone else think of Poe’s “The Pit and the Pendulum”? Just the thought of a pendulum swinging over this guy gives me a thrill.

I am also excited about Trick r’ Treat.

Both movies come out in October. I love this time of year.

PS: I feel the need to read some Poe right now.

Ugh. I’ve never gone through a weekend and described it as “long,” but I guess this is a start. The odd thing is, I don’t want the weekend to be over yet.

Highlight of the weekend: seeing The Dark Knight with Mom. I need to go see it again. My life depends on it. Your life depends on it. I’m thinking IMAX would be good.

Low point of the weekend: having a breakdown. Hooray for being a depressive. All of the details are on my latest post on Scars Can Speak, as I don’t feel like getting into it all over again.

In an hour I have my appointment with Dr. Lichter, my specialist in physical medicine and rehabilitation–or so says Google. (What? I couldn’t remember what he was, hahaha.) I have to remember to tell him about my left wrist hurting for three days straight, and my right wrist/hand hurting like hell last night. [Confused? So am I. I'll write about this soon, I promise. :)]

You know what’s really sucky? The fact that I can’t read half of everyone’s Lj’s anymore because of the friends only thing, and I refuse to log into that place. GAH.