This Was Spinal Tap

It's an epiphany - apparently J. K. Rowling is a Spinal Tap fan.  "Hoggwood: Summer camp for pale young boys." is a quote from the end of the movie, during the credits. 

I think my favorite line from the songs was "You're too young and I'm too well hung, but Tonight I'm gonna rock you (Tonight I'm gonna rock you)"   I'm still chuckling. 

And I wouldn't have bought it if 'he' and I hadn't discussed it before. This is what I hate most, the idea of losing the influence he's had over my life and way of thinking. Most of all I'm going to miss the way he stimulates my brain and opens me up to music that I've missed because I've not had the same kind of exposure he's had, and the way he challenges me to reconsider movies that I've skipped, primarily because I didn't want to watch them alone. 

What keeps on fucking making me cry is that damned Sheraton commercial, with "We Belong" as the theme music. 
Everybody is so glad to see everybody else. 

Eh, I'm going to watch Psychic Detective. I don't like being on the computer when Scarlett's here, even when she's playing in her room.

Saturday Night

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

I could propel a jetboat up Kanawha River from my sighs. Fighting the urge to call him has been hell today. I hope somebody new comes along quick. I'm so fucking weak. 

At least this week (and next weekend) I'll have nothing else to do in the evenings but watch videos and sleep. 

And pay bills. And maybe run the sweeper. I really should do the housework. I just can't make myself care. No one is going to see it, there's no reason to do it, it won't make me feel any better. 

I feel like Lilo, laying in the middle of the living room.  "Just leave me alone to diiiiiiiiie."