You breathe new life into my broken heart...

I'd completely forgotten how much I love this album. See what happens when you flip randomly through your CD binder? I found all sorts of goodies that I'd forgotten I had. Old stuff, too. So, my pad's been rockin since I woke up this morning, my only real day off, at TEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! I just couldn't get back to sleep. My headache returned sometime in the night, and nothing this morning was going to get it to go away. I popped a couple pain pills, and those're keeping it away for the moment.

Let's see. Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. Today, I cleaned out my closets and did the laundry, reorganized my music, movie, and book shelves. I am done for a while, thank you. I'm taking a couple hours off to actually enjoy not having to do anything - I should get to enjoy at least a little bit of my weekend, right? Right.

And then I have to get to work on my Queer Theory paper, my book report for history, and get some other crapola out of the way for this week.

*sigh* A student's work is never done.

*sobs* Mistake!

What a boo-boo.

I've been in a perfectly lovely mood, all day. And then I sat down and read Annie Proulx's Brokeback Mountain. And here I sit, bawling and sobbing all over again. She really deserves a Pullitzer for that piece.

And, now that I've seen the movie and read the story, I have to say that it seriously is one of the best book-to-movie renditions I've ever seen. There's only one major change, which is about the ending, but other than that, it's amazing. Ang Lee did a terrific job bringing this story to life.

And...

*sobs*