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I watched Spiderman last night, because it was on television. This is against my usual policy; I don't watch movies when they're on television, since the networks always butcher them. I should have just put the DVD in.

Either way, I fueled my geeky Mary Jane Watson fantasies for a while. Sure, she's a teasing, evil bitch sometimes, but when she's good you can't help but love her. Right?

Yes, I realize she's a character and not a real person. I haven't completely lost touch with reality. Yet.

Picked up a Nikon Coolpix 5600 yesterday. I'm pretty satisfied with it so far. It's working well for what I intended to use it for: cheap snapshots and the like. And it didn't drain my cash reserves.

Still need to work on my resume. That's the only thing from my to-do list that I didn't get done yesterday. I think I'm putting it off because I secretly don't want to do it. Am I tired of success, and the pressure and stress inherent therein? Do I subconciously desire failure? Possibly, but I do need a job.

I think I'll watch The Princess Bride today. That quote thread has filled me with a great desire.