July 17th, 2001.  Tuesday
 

    It's raining outside.  A nice, quiet summer rain.  Which gets me thinking.  Bout what?  'Bout rain, mostly.  But I was thinking about other things on the train home, which are a lot more interesting.
    Nora's still here, and doing well.  I've been documenting several behavioral changed I've made since she's been here.  I'm spending a lot less times in bars and doing less drinking overall.  I'm not staying up till 3 or 4 am every night.  Basically, I'm not doing as many things deleterious to my health as I was two months ago.  My physical health, anyway.
    I've seen a few movies over the past few days.  On Saturday, after picking up Rodzilla's roommate at LaGuardia, I was bored out of my fucking brain, so Nora, Jed, and I went into Manhattan and saw Legally Blonde, that one where Reese Witherspoon goes to Harvard Law.  I was expecting something silly and sort of dumb but overall enteraining, and that's pretty much what I got.  Actually, it was less dumb and more entertaining than I thought it'd be.
    Yesterday, after sort of looking for apartments with Rodzilla and her roommate, and after a quick nap, Rodzilla and I went to a test screening of a new Ben Affleck/Samuel Jackson movie, Changing Lanes.  I'd gotten the pass outside Legally Blonde. Anyway, it was free, and one of those deals where you see a movie before it's done and fill out a little survey telling them what you think.  I didn't really have any interest in seeing the movie, but parts of it were filmed in Rodzilla's neighborhood, and i remember seeing the trailers early one morning last December, so I felt a little closer to it.  I've never actually seen a movie that I saw being filmed.  Anyway, it was about road rage, basically. The two guys get into an accident, and both of them have to be in court, and thus something bad happens to both.  So they spend the rest of the movie doing terrible things to each other, then feeling sorry, then finding out what the other guy just did to them, then getting revenge again, then feeling bad, then etc...  It could have been an hour long, or it could have been a weekly series. Same thing for two hours. After sitting there for what seemed like two and a half hours, i looked at my watch and couldn't believe only an hour had passed.  I suppose it wasn't a terrible movie, but man, it wasn't good.  I especially liked this one scene where the director zooms in on the top of Ben Affleck's head, lingers there for a while, then moves to a closeup of his face.  Fabulous.  Very dramatic.  Well, not really.  at all.  But I did list that in the section that asked for your favorite scenes. I really wanted to out something like "that scene where Darth Vader saves Luke," but I didn't.  Anyway, an interesting night.  Then we walked to the bank on 20th street, got lost in Stuyvesant Town, then walked back to her place, then I came home.
    Spent most of today eating.  Can't stop.  Once again, I find myself living days where I spend most of my the day killing time between when i can eat and sleep.  After I came home, I took a little nap, got up, had dinner.  Now I'm going to bed.  To sleep.  I enjoy talking to nora in bed.  I'll miss her when she's gone.  it's nice to have someone to talk to right before you fall asleep.  Of course, it evens out in the morning, when she's screaming at me every 9 minutes to turn off the alarm that goes off for an hour before I actually get up.  Fun fun.

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