Call the police

A new kind of laziness has beset me, new that I am completelty lethargic in all respects. The only thing that's still happening for me besides my pulse continuing to pulse, is my great sense of humor. I've been cracking myself up, others.

Saw two movies this weekend, Zatoichi, which was not incredible, but was entertaining right down to the Harlem-esque tap dance routine. The other one was Richard Linklater's Before Sunset. Not as totally romantic as I imagined it would be. The pace in the first 30 minutes or so was really good and seemed as though the actors were just ad-libbing. Then I just began to lose interest. Perhaps if I hadn't thought the first movie was forgettable..."Did I even see it? What was it about again?" However, nothing could be as romantic as the conclusion of The Office...

I woke up this morning (3 AM) to a woman shrieking as if being bludgeoned. Should I have called the police? It sounded like shrieking and then muffling, and then I heard the window close quickly. With my imagination...was I hearing her murder? Was that the murderer shutting the window? Is she just loud in bed? Actually I can answer that question. She is loud. Beyond loud. Piercing, shrill, jarring, anything but what I consider the kind of sound you'd like to hear in bed.