sunday

met up with jules for our monthly lunch and a movie. so monthly that we haven't been able to do it since january, so i'm glad we were both finally free at the same exact moment.

the interpreter was good. i liked it a lot. catherine keener is so good in it, so funny, that you wish her part was bigger than five lines long. why can't she star in a movie? i heart her so. walking and talking is still one of my top 10 favorites ever. and while i wasn't as blown away by lovely and amazing, she was brilliant in it. especially when she says to her sister, "someone should tell her to fuck off." i laughed so hard at the sincerity of that moment.

the olive garden was bad. something was very very wrong with our waiter. he seemed very frightened by his surroundings. i think some major drama was going down in the kitchen. servers were yelling at one another, people kept dropping glasses. i was a bit worried. it seems when jules and i dine together we have this uncanny knack of opening up the hellmouth at whatever restaurant we pick. next time i'm packing my own lunch and eating in the car.

i hate my rental car. i hate the way it looks. i hate the way it smells. i hate that the smell follows me on my clothes as i go about my day. i think it's supposed to smell clean or new, but to me it just smells like vomit. i hate that it doesn't have a cd player. i hate that it's not my car. and i hate that fucker who hit me. i keep thinking about the accident every time i get in the car. i can't shake the feeling that i'm about to get hit again every time i cross a road or turn a corner. i passed my car today, sitting in the lot, waiting to be fixed. it looked so sad and broken. my back and neck are both still kinda sore.

this week i plan on returning to the treadmill, now that i'm finally done with the big move. i get to see ryan adams on wednesday night. and lil' sis comes on saturday.