I woke up late. The bed felt so nice and warm. I went to bed rather late. Lisa and I watched Birth. That’s the movie with Nic Kidman where she believes a 10-year-old boy is her dead husband reincarnated. There is a scene where they take a bath together. It was HOT! No, just teasing. I wonder how well that scene would fly if instead of Nicole and some little boy it was Tommy Cruise bathing with that little actress Dakota Temple? Regardless, I liked the movie. Reminded me of Rosemary’s Baby but that might have been because the actors all looked like corpses. Kidman even wore her hair like Farrow. And the fellow who portrayed Kidman’s fiance had a John Cassavetes look to him! I miss John Cassavetes. He made some great movies. Especially the early ones before he became an auteur. Crime in the Streets and Affair in Havana just to name a couple.

Today I must:
CALL ERIN! (Hiya Sweetie! I miss you!)
Clean out my work laptop and defrag (although I always thought defraging was some sort of MS joke)
Pick up my clothes that are littering my sofa
Mail in my Expense Report
Vaccuum my bedroom