Home before Midnight.

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I must be getting old.

Today's only planned Unit of Productivity was to drop off some flyers for the reading at The Mercury, and since I couldn't do that before 9pm, and since I did so well writing yesterday, I gave myself the rest of the day off. (A "day off" can be distinguished from my usual slacker lifestyle by virtue of the fact that I give myself permission not to feel guilty about not getting anything accomplished.)

I sat around and watched the other two movies I rented last night. Last night (or more properly, "this morning") I watched Idle Hands, which was pretty amusing, but much, much stupider than I thought it was going to be. I certainly wasn't expecting quite so much stoner humor. Seth Green was excellent as always, though.

Today's fare was Bad Moon, a werewolf flick that could more accurately have been titled Bad Movie, and Black Christmas, which I was surprised to find -- it's out of print, and Scarecrow wants a $150 security deposit to rent it, so I was a little surprised that this little hole-in-the-wall video store had a copy. (Of course, I was astonished to find that they had a copy of Nekromantik, which I didn't rent, not this time .... )

Black Christmas was good, if occasionally a little slow and uneven. It's essentially the first real slasher film, predating even Halloween. Has a nice, unsettling, unresolved ending.

Went out and got more copies made of my flyer. Finally checked my bank balance -- I'm pretty much exactly as bad off as I thought I was, which is both scary and reassuring; at least it's not any worse. Took the videos back to the store, which is on Lake City Way; it feels strange and a little pointless to drive so close past both wendolen's work and treebyleaf's apartment without seeing either one of them.

Made it to The Mercury and put my flyers on the flyer table. Hung around for a little while, and had a Red Bull to try to wake up a little. It didn't do anything for me. I've heard people describe this stuff keeping them up all night and I had no reaction at all. I'm starting to wonder if anything can cut through this fog I walk around in.

Found myself feeling strangely antisocial. There were a few people I knew there, including the lovely spaceling, but no one I really felt like I could strike up a conversation with. I decided to give up and go home. I miss the days when I went to the club more regularly, and when more people I know still came out, too. I miss having the club feel like home.