My friend H. said UP was "uplifting", but I had a sneaky feeling he meant "will make you cry, you wuss". So I didn't watch it. Glad to know I was right.

I haven't seen Brokeback because I got spoiled and I knew I couldn't watch the whole thing without crying. What I really want is a video clip of the sexy parts, and then I can live in a happy fantasy land where their lives were perfect together.

I've cried enough in real life. I don't want to cry over entertainment. Screw catharsis.

But Carl is happy at the end! Just happy in a way he didn't anticipate.

Up made me cry at the beginning and sob at the ending.

Had a confirmation class retreat day yesterday, at this little Anglican convent tucked away in a corner of north London. Amazing place. My confirmation name is going to be Catherine! (All these names. I'm going to forget and end up just calling myself Bob.)

amych, could you buy caffeine-free diet coke to keep at home, in attempt to fool your body a bit? I do that when I'm off caffeine 'cause of UTIs. The caffeine-free soda definitely helps, despite not being real. It's like fooling your body with sweeteners when you're desperate for sugar!

Haven't seen UP. Might not do, if it's that sad. I cry when WALL-E finds sporks. I try not to risk the inevitable bawling at the really sad stuff.

Huh, really? I mean, it's sad in the first twenty minutes, but then it's pretty uplifting, I thought. Happy ending, and all.

I thought it was still bittersweet kind of the entire way, for the reasons Steph mentioned. The first twenty minutes hang over the entire movie, and I think they're supposed to.

I've half-joked in the past that maybe I'm not an insomniac but the dog is. Tonight that is deffinately the case.

I have a house guest over so I may more conscious of the noise she is making, but she woke me up at about five with panting and shifting around. I made sure she had water, somewhere squashy for her to sleep, etc.

Finally we gave up on being in my bedroom and she seems to be doing a little better out here in the living room/kitchen. She's alternating between the couch and the tile floor in the kitchen (oh and sneaking into the recycling, she's in pain but she's not delerious from it...). I'm hoping that out here in the larger space she'll pee if necessary (doubt it, she was walked pretty late) in another hour or so I'll carry her outside (stairs, thank goodness she's small) and see if she needs to relieve herself.

I won't get out of the vet for less than $300 right now (having put it off this year, she's not up on her shots) and I'm pretty sure the diagnosis is arthritis. She's sixteen. The pain seems sporadic enough that for now I'm going with some glucosamine (have heard wonders) a cool bed (have heard nothing, but she seeks out the tile pretty regularly but can't access it at night), and some baby asprin for nights like this and a day or so afterwards.

I'm grateful she is so small -- we may be heading toward the end here and that buys us some time since she's so easily carried and any incontinence is pretty easily managed. She's still pretty slim so that's probably not doing much to her joints... but I'm pretty sure we're heading toward the end.

{{{{{Trudy}}}}

mini meara:

Sometimes, being an anal-retentive Virgo really pays off.

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Nasty headache that is 17 hours and counting. Ditched most plans for day. Treating with water, ibuprofen, darkness, lying flat and meditation cd.

Oh smonster, that's all you need. Do you have access to an emergency Good Drugs stash? It is at this point, imho, one breaks out a squirrled away percocet.

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lcat, hello! Did I miss a de-lurk or name change from you? Or am I just suffering from skippy-skimmy-middle-of-the-night-pacing-dog daftness?

Regardless, Hi! I welcome your pixels to my awareness! It's nice to meet you.

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Hubby just poked his head in and declared "Vampire potato beetles!" then left.

"What?" I said after a moment.

"It just wandered through my brain."

That man is Golden (Pooh case!)

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I'm thinking I'm going to take a Tylenol with codeine and hit the sack. Night, Bitches.

Nooooow we're talkin', smonster.

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Just got back from lunch at the mall. So far, Shanie does well on short outings. He us plumping up nicely, too. Weighs 10 lbs, 1 oz as of yesterday!

Oh beautiful boy!

Jesus had two dads.

BWAH HAH HAH HA HAAAAAAAAAAA

Give Dallas a hug for me, Trudy.

{{Trudy}}

I've cried enough in real life. I don't want to cry over entertainment. Screw catharsis.

This.