wildcat

I shall meander, Dorothy-like, to work in short order. I need to scrape the iron-razors facial hair off my chin before I go anywhere, though. Tonight is about Van Helsing, the new Hugh Jackman monster hunting flick which is inevitably schlocky. Michael and I will probably spend the entire movie making snarky comments about Kate Beckinsale like, "Where's all the PVC?" I'm not sure who else is actually going, probably Paton and Jojo. I can never remember if I find Hugh Jackman attractive (probably not, then). Why watch another remixed "old school" monster movie that will probably sound ridiculous when you think about it afterward? It can be fun to be Mystery Science Theatroids.

I feel relaxed this morning and I don't know where that's coming from, probably the tuna sandwiches I just had to counteract the woeful avocado sandwiches from yesterday (so disappointing). Water cut with lemon juice. Michelle's getting sick so I'm going to have to be careful - nothing is worse than a summer cold, and I've had one every summer for the past few years. It's a waste of time.

I want to hang out with people and roam the dunes looking for enemy armies on camelback. No, wait, that's Lawrence of Arabia. I'm not Peter O'Toole.