Conspiracy Theory

Other than that, I had a pretty good birthday. We went out Saturday night with Fernando and Nancy, Sunday for brunch with my sister and her boyfriend, and then had a big Sunday night gathering at our house with Al, Mike, Brent, Therese, and Bunchkin, who remembered that there were supposed to be dinosaurs in our backyard.

No cake, though, now that I think about it. Just as well, considering how well the running thing's going. I can't decide if that was a joke or not.

Yesterday (Monday) I felt about as energetic as a log. It was one of those mornings where I wake up, close my eyes, wake up, close my eyes, wake up...and an hour's passed. I felt leaden all day.

So I read a lot. Tried to think of scenes for my next screenplay (which is going to be romance, I think). Dawdled. I went out at 5:30 for a short (and I do mean, short) run. It's amazing how falling back can really wipe out all previous gains for me -- I only did 1.5 miles! I'll never do 3 again! I'll never do more than 3!

Darin and I got on one another's nerves in the evening. He's stressed out because of some contracts, I'm stressed out because I'm a ninny who wonders if she's wasting her and everyone else's time. So he asked me if I wanted to go out to a movie, which was almost like a date. And it was a lot better than screaming at one another.

We went to see Conspiracy Theory, which we both really liked. Yes, I liked the original script better, but these things change. It is a little scary watching Mel Gibson play a seriously disturbed man, and I didn't much believe Julia Roberts' character, but I'm not sure I ever would. The reviews, though...I swear, most movie reviewers must write their reviews based on the first 15 minutes or something. Both Darin and I had read reviews that were just flat out wrong...but were right if you'd stopped watching 15 minutes in.

Darin had a good point, though: another interesting movie would be about a truly paranoid guy who sees conspiracies everywhere and happens to get one right -- without his having been previously involved with the conspirators. But that movie idea is probably dead for a few years at least.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

About a mile and a half at 5:30. Phooey. My entire body felt like lead. I hope this is normal during the beginning exercise process: sometimes you just don't feel like it.

One of my nails -- the one on my right middle finger, the one misshapen by years of clutching a pen -- started to chip last night. When Darin and I went to the movie, I started to pick at it, and I could feel an urge building to rip the entire thing off. I dragged him to a beauty shop near the theatre to get a file so I could file it down instead. Now I have one short nail on my right hand and all the other fingers are nicely buffed.

Writing, no. I think I know what my next screenplay is going to be though.