777 and taking a mental health moment
I'm so tired that when I saw this would be post number 777, I thought it was neat. I'm usually much harder to impress than that. Been working nonstop for awhile (by "awhile" I mean like five days of setting my alarm to get up and start working at 1 or 2am, to maximize the day). Have not sent my editor the three remaining chapters for my book, and that sucks. It's not like they're difficult to write, but real job trumps book writin' every time (and academics trump book writin' so it's a good thing my first class isn't until the 29th, by which point the book will be done done done).
But I took a mental health moment tonight and went with a school chum to the newly-renovated
Stanford Theatre (not that I would know what the old interior looked like, never having been there before). I'm in love with the Stanford Theatre. It's $6 for a double feature and sodas are $1.00/1.50/2.00 and popcorn is $1.50/2.00/2.50. It's like flashback to college, back in the olden days when shit wasn't so expensive.
Tonight we saw a double feature of
Laura (1944, with Gene Tierney, Dana Andrews, Clifton Webb, and Vincent Price) and
The Philadelphia Story (1940, with Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn, and Jimmy Stewart). I liked
Laura but I really really liked
The Philadelphia Story. There are like fifteen other movies I want to see that are on the playlist for the next few months, so that'll be fun.
It's good to get out of the house for a few hours each week (trips to SBUX don't count). When I came back to check my mail and deal with work-related things, I replied to a few messages but my brain finally reached a point where it decided coherent sentences to product managers just weren't going to happen, so I posted this and I'm off to catch two hours of sleep before it's back up 'n' at 'em (or up and atom! if you're a Radioactive Man fan).
