Well I made it until 1pm without coming in here and squealing and braying about seeing Brokeback Mountain tonight... doesn't that deserve some sort of reward? A cookie, perhaps?
I'm actually doped up on Dayquil right now, so my enthusiasm is a bit dampened from that of last night. Not once today has my skeleton crawled out a randomly chosen orifice and done the Dance of the Seven Veils. That's something.
Once it gets around 5pm and I prepare myself to vacate my office and head up to the screening room, then I assume I might fight my way out of my drug-haze and start getting my Gyllen-freak on. Til then...
Also, via Towelroad comes word that Jake gives up the goods, all of them, in Jarhead.
Sorry, I couldn't resist one creepy overshare.
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