When Anna and I went to see Crossroads, we were running a little bit late.
When we got to the theatre and asked for our tickets the boy said, “It started fifteen minutes ago.”
“Well, is she a woman yet?”
Now I own it on DVD.
I like the episode of The West Wing entitled “The Stackhouse Filibuster.”
When I’m done liking it, I am going to bed. Due to the illness, I have lost all track of time and I’m trying desperately to sleep for eight hours at a time, when others are generally doing the same.
Nothing interesting happens if you stay in your house all day.
Not even in your head.