It was not an ideal Sunday for me at all. Woke too early and fell asleep again hours later. Woke up mid afternoon feeling sick, disoriented and worst of all a horrible apathy.

I should have gotten up and I did not and I am pissed about that.

Later Olivia came over and talked me into going to see The Descent,  which I was iffy about because the Saw people were involved and goddammit I HATE SAW FILMS. I'm glad she talked me into it though because the film was pretty good. The latter half lost me a little bit, but it was made up for by the horrible tension set in the initial descent. Claustrophobics, be prepared. I felt like my windpipe had narrowed to the width of one of those very skinny black straws that you sometimes get in your drink at sushi restauraunts trying too hard to be edgy. At any rate, I'm very snobby about my horror movies, so I was impressed that it kept my attention.

I'm struggling with some things on my mind that need to come out, but they aren't ready yet.