If you've got the poison I've got the remedy

This weekend D and I celebrated our 10-year anniversary. I came across pictures of us the year we met and we look shockingly young. I, Mint Chutney, was once 23 without a wrinkle on my face nor a trace of a toddler's breakfast on my shirt. For the big anniversary extravaganza we went for a fancy dinner AND a movie. This place was so fancy they had cloth napkins and served sorbet to cleanse our palette before the entree. Unfortunately by the end of the night my stomach wasn't feeling well. D decided THAT'S why he doesn't take me for fancy meals; my stomach's not used to such fine cuisine and he wants to spare me the abdominal distress.

We saw Transamerica. (Take one guess who got to pick the movie.) I liked it a lot. Felicity Huffman is phenomenal as a pre-op trans-sexual man who meets the son he never knew he had. The weekend before we saw Brokeback Mountain which I thought was a sweet love story albeit in a fairly weak plot. D asked if I was getting a discount from GLAAD to support all the Oscar nominated gay-themed movies out there. OK smart-ass..next up; Capote.

I think I've taken procrastination to an art form. I'm so behind on a particular function of my job yet I still can't muster the energy to get going. I was so incredibly restless today. I needed to reset my mind and body but for the life of me I just couldn't. Today I felt an emotion that I loathe; disappointment. In the end I realized I wasn't disappointed in anyone except myself.