bruiserboy

Last night, I went to see Harry Potter with my sisters. It was a fun movie, though I kind of liked the first one better, though I cant say exactly why that is. Maybe its because this one introduced Jar Jar 2 (its a kids movie though, so thats easily forgivable). It didnt seem as much like a year in the life of Harry Potter. More like a few weeks out of a year. I walked away feeling it was incomplete. On the plus side, it is much shorter than the last one, or at least it seems to be, so my tailbone wasnt asleep by the end, and I didnt have to run to the bathroom.
It was snowing when we got out of the theater. To my left I heard a loud moan. I looked over and saw a security guard holding a writhing man down on the ground, out in front of this shitty redneck bar they put in next to the theater this summer. I cant tell if the man on the ground was just really drunk, or if he was really drunk and also having a seizure. He kept making unintelligible sounds, while trying to take off running, even with his face held against the concrete. An ambulance pulled up as we drove off.
I could hear the ice hitting my windows all night, little, constant clicks, like a person typing in the next room. It was at once reassuring and obnoxious. It also foreshadowed a morning spent killing my back behind an archaic, three hundred pound snow blower, as frozen rain drips down my neck.
Thats all done now, and I am just sitting down to begin typing away at my papers.