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Crispin Glover as Willard, and I am scared

Now that's a creepy trailer. And the fact that they use the Smashing Pumpkins' "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" is funny beyond words. I've got to see this movie now, regardless of whether it is good or bad.

It's near dawn and I'm up. Haven't managed to watch any of the three movies I have, because I've been sucked into one thing or another all night. Well, I watched a bit of Brotherhood of the Wolf but it's hard to read subtitles and type at the same time.

So apparently there is a party tomorrow in the apartment.

I spent more than an hour balancing multiple conversations and an upset roommate when I got home this morning. It's given me a headache that has not abated.

Work was productive. I feel good about it. Plus, I got cookies.

I must buy diamonds, so I can charm a certain lovely woman into running away to Prague with me.

I should also perhaps sleep so I don't go insane.

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The clouds are weighty things, but gliding so smoothly through the dawn. The last star is bright in the east, so bright. It fades, but the new day shines out all the clearer.

I am happy.

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I drove home a bit after seven this morning, in the bright morning, singing along at the top of my lungs to They Might Be Giants "Birdhouse in Your Soul." There is no fitting description for the absurd joy there was, or the smile on my face, or the happiness at just being in that moment.

So I woke at after 4 this afternoon. Picked up lots of books to give my father for his birthday, put my hair in pigtails and I'm bopping along quite merrily.