I’ve been all weepy (for no reason) and anxious (little reason,not big) recently. Sparky and I rented movies this weekend to help get me out of the funk and spare him more Gilmore Girls. We picked up some real lighthearted fare:
Yeah, not such good picks. I mean, the movies themselves were great, but awfully heavy. I passed on The Diving Bell and the Butterfly because well, I thought it would be too sad. I, apparently didn’t know what sad was.
I had to calm down with a disc of Gilmore Girls except I’m re-watching again (thanks to insomnia) and am in season six where Lorelei and Luke are having all sorts of problems which in turn caused me to cry into the night.
Sparky is so glad he can sleep through anything.
Dude, regardless of what he wants, next time I’m grabbing anything with Queen Latifah.