inlikeflynn

According to the writers of the movie Groundhog Day, Phil relives that same day for a little over 10 years. Assuming that's true, I think it's likely that after so much time spent doing and seeing the same things over and over and over again, rather than waking up and dancing in the snow on the front lawn, the movie would probably end with him suffering a minor psychotic break. Maybe even lashing out violently at Andy MacDowell.

I can see why they went with the happier ending, though.

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My brain feels waterlogged. A side effect of the infection, I'm sure, but I've been going over old journal entries that I made in the Fall, and wondering why my thoughts are so sluggish lately. And uninteresting. Seems like I had so much more to write about back then. I think I just need to get out more. Every day, not just on the weekend for crawfish or slip 'n sliding.

So, in the spirit of putting that off for as long as possible, Seven Samurai came in the mail yesterday from Netflix. And I think that's what I'll be doing tonight. Tomorrow after class I'll grab my bike and hit the record store, or check out the park, or.... I dunno, something. Anything.

(EDIT: FUCK THAT NOISE. I'm gonna take a shower, I'm gonna make myself smell nice, I'm gonna put on a nice, busy, London clubbing shirt, I'm gonna drive over to Lorra and Ashley's, and we're gonna go dance badly with the gay people. I've had it up to my eyeballs with staying in on sunday nights.

Incidentally, I added a handful of new Crawfish pics, now that Marie has sent me the shots from her camera. THRILLING.)