In the middle of the movie, I glanced over into the kitchen and saw the head and shoulders of a certain Bad Dog -- Deacon was doing what is known as "counter surfing": standing up at the counter with front paws on the counter, cheerfully eating off it. That was my aunt's soup. Bad dog. (Hasn't been fed! Ever!)
Next up: Henry Poole Is Here, a weird, character-driven film about a guy named Henry Poole who moves into a quiet little neighborhood. Everyone has their own little tragic story.
Of course, when I got back home, I didn't wind up getting to sleep until way, way too late. I'm going around the clock again, freewheeling. This is, um, not such a good plan.
This is also a test of the RTE in Google Chrome, thus the fun markup.
