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First off, I'd like to point out I threw a couple more reviews up of "Hellboy" and "Walking Tall". Go check them out.
Second, since I'm still desperately trying to avoid doing actual work I should've done hours ago, I'll comment briefly on the sequence of walking that's been a factor of the past four days. Put simply, from Wednesday through Saturday night, I've been forced to hoof it home at late times.
Things started out pretty normal: Wednesday night I had dinner with Fincher and walked home afterwards, full of tasty Mexican food. I later decided to go to the gym, which meant I had to walk back past Lauriol Plaza to get to the Dupont Circle one (the only one open super-late) which then put me up late on a Wednesday night, at least later than I'd be if I hadn't gone. Thursday night I hung out with Jill, (sans food...big mistake) then hit a party and got dropped off near the Cathedral. At a very late time. Friday, of course, after hanging out with Dwight and some frinds, I end up walking home from Cleveland Park, which would've been about the same level as Thursday except that it was pouring rain hard enough to almost negate my umbrella. Saturday would've been the worst of all if I hadn't managed to get a cab near the edge of Rock Creek Park. As it was, the time difference probably made it just as bad as Friday.
My plan tonight has worked like a charm: I haven't left the house since three in the afternoon. The combination of huge, gusty winds and recently cool temps combined to make a partly-cloudy day a mostly-awful day. On the bright side, I did catch a fairly cool action movie I'll try to review later to go up with the other two. The good thing about ending a series of nights with a lengthy walk is that the next morning you wake up and you're just tired, but you don't feel bad. Except, of course, for the large gash on my knee (Saturday night?) or the huge bruise on my leg (Thursday night?) which hasn't gone away yet.
Finally, I have to get back to work. My fingers are too cold to keep trying to stay awake and postpone what must be done. Curses.
posted at: 2004-04-05 01:13:31 with 0 comments

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