A nice variation of the Casablanca quote.
I went to bed at four. In the morning. Woke up at nine. In the morning. Ugh. Trust me, I did not wake myself up, Mom did. We went to Flealand today. I am happy about that, I just wish it didn't require me to get five hours of sleep.
At the book place in one of the legs, they had a whole bunch of Buffy books. They had the entire Gatekeeper's Trilogy, and I almost bought it, but instead I bought the first four volumes of Tales of the Slayers. It looks really good. Pretty much all it is is four books of short stories about the slayers that came before Buffy, and i think there's a couple of them that are about her. I got the set for 12 bucks, which was a damn good deal. After Flealand we went to Big Lots, where I bought two pairs of leg warmers. Grey, and pink and gray striped. 3 dollars for the pair. I only have six dollars and change now, not counting the twenty for the movie, which I think I will try and do this coming Saturday.
Watched Grosse Pointe Blank again yesterday. Again, I am reminded of my sickening fascination with movie hitmen. I am an emotionally disturbed chick. But, in this world, everyone is, so I don't suppose I'm too bad off.
Well, last night I did a very stupid thing. I was bored, and so I got on myspace and started watching those videos from the Dark Knight. Yeah, I didn't even get through the first ten seconds without bursting into tears. Sad thing is, that is not an exx[ageration, it is fact. I don't know when I'm going to stop punishing myself like this, but it has got to be soon. I can't take this much longer.
Oh, on another note, we all thought Lindsay had gone into labor Monday night, but it turns out it was just one of those premature labor things that they can stop. Which is good, because it would've been way premature.
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