I also watched a making of thing about Sleepy Hollow, a movie I wasn't really impressed by. I'm still not impressed by it, but the work that went into the make up and decapitation effects is impressive.
I keep writing and then backspacing out a paragraph about my feelings this past week and how alone I feel and have been made to feel, but nothing really comes out right. And I don't know why I want to say anything in the first place. It's decidedly pointless.
I keep picking up a few books I have by Don DeLillo, but I can't get more than a few pages into them before I have to stop reading again. I'm not sure if it's his style or his content or what... but it's very very difficult to read his work. My brain doesn't flow along the same way or... well... something.
I only picked these books up becuase Dan swore that I would like him.
That's what I get for listening to Dan.
I'm really hoping the hours pick up drastically at work. Otherwise, it's really not worth working there at all. *really*... for that little pay per hour for 13 hours a week? no. As it is, I dunno when I'll be seeing anyone I actually care about. Probably not for many months. ::shrug:: just as well.
I think I'm going to watch some movies again today, work on my little projects, maybe clean a bit.