Yawn, It's Friday

I keep thinking that the filling in my tooth feels like a wad of wet paper towel crammed in there. I can't stop pushing at it with my tongue. I'll get over this, right?

It's Friday, and I am damned ready for the weekend. I am sick of rain, sick to death of it, and checking out the prospective weather for the next couple of days things are looking good. Sunshine makes a comeback!

I am trying to figure out what plans, if any, I'll have for the next couple days. I should try and take advantage of the sun peeking out for a bit, since Ol Man Winter's got his stuff packed up and is heading back into town, maybe go to a "park" or enjoy some sort of "outdoor activity." Riiiight.

Cannibal Holocaust is showing as a midnight movie tonight and tomorrow. Consider me curious.

I feel as if I should want to see Capote, but... THAT VOICE. I just dunno if I can take two hours of... THAT VOICE.

I've got a pile o' Netflix at home. I have Inside Deep Throat, the doc on the "70's porn sensation." I've got Uzamaki, an animated Japanese horror-ish story of a small town attacked by... spirals. It's based on a manga I have not read, but DbS recently made sound very interesting. And I've got the recent miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, which was recommended by a very dear reader.

And then there's the behemoth life-drainer known as Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which after weeks and weeks I still feel no closer to ever finishing.

All of which, it would appear, conspires against my rendezvous with the sunlight.

Next week's looking busy, I've got the Death Cab concert Wednesday night, then a dear friend stomps into town on Thursday, and TWO weddings over the weekend, all of which makes me think a restful weekend may, in fact, be in order.