Thursday, October 1, 2009
I love movies. I love going to movies. I love quoting movies.I love watching movies. I just love them. The only problem is, I inherited something from my mother. It is something that drives me nuts. I don't think I could name the last movie she saw all the way through. She just conks out. Like mother, like daughter. Now, sometimes I can control it and watch a movie from previews to credits, but when I am at home snuggled in a blanket, it just happens. Sometimes it happens when I am at other people's house. It is super annoying. Now, anyone who has been around when I get woken up, knows it can be a pretty funny experience. I wake up throwing punches, terrified out of my mind, furious and muttering threats, and rarely do I wake up without making a fuss. It happened again last night.