BLAH. I really hope this is a case of the Mondays and not another extended bout of PMS. Perhaps it's family-hangover. Even when it's a pleasant visit, spending a day with my family wears me the fuck out.
Took my nephew to see Spider-Man 3 Friday night. It was a bit of a let down, but it wasn't terrible or anything. I'm still giggling about emo Peter Parker. My nephew liked it, but was a bit put off by all the kissing. And there was a lot of it. Booty Call Matt said he heard it was a date movie. But really, can't any movie be a date movie? Are The Fifth Element, Sphere, Get Shorty, Murder at 1600, Gladiator, The Avengers and Event Horizon date movies? Because I saw all of them on dates.
For some reason I have this feeling that I have nothing to look forward to at the moment. That may be kind of true for this week, but in the grand scheme of things it couldn't be further from the truth. There's BRMC a week from tomorrow, the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie next weekend, a day off work, beer festivals, block parties and other crap. I think I just need to go to bed early tonight or something. Everything will look better in the morning.
It's Whatshisfuckingface's birthday today. I hope he gets shitty gifts.