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Christopher Walken does a scary turn as the archangel Gabriel, because in this movie he's lost his faith and the word. Talk about twisted canon. And there are sequels to this thing? Crikey. As I said to someone this morning, I'm going to run into Mortensen one day and tell him how many bad movies I watched just to see him act. It's hard to play Lucifer well.

Woke up much later than I planned, and hence am not doing anything useful like I should. Well. So it goes. I have a whole weekend to run around and be mad in my own way. Hana's going to talk to me about schools on Sunday, and I'll work up a list of places I should apply to and I need to hunt up the GRE practice book that is around here somewhere.

If that white trash pathetic excuse for a mother next door screams at her kids one more time today, I might have to go over there and bean her upside the head with something heavy. It's disturbing and unpleasant, that most awful awkwardness of seeing or hearing something that isn't your business but that is so wrong.

"Two hells is one hell too many and I can't have that..."