Yesterday i watched Restrepo, which was an exceptional documentary shot by embedded journalists in Afghanistan. It was a good end to a day that had me going on a little walk through town and watching The Adjustment Bureau at the theaters. Spring finally sprung, too. (Now that i've said that it'll snow tomorrow.) The day before yesterday i watched Cloverfield, which was nifty. I couldn't find another shaky-cam flick for today, so i watched Speed Racer and might do Repo Men tonight. An up-side of being home alone means i get to watch all the movies J would never watch with me. Of course i could do this any evening she's out, but it just feels more fun when i can make a day of it. And i need a bit of fun.
One thoroughly lame thing has come of this weekend, however. Somehow i pulled a muscle walking yesterday. Or maybe i jumped up on a rock or did something stupid, but it was hardly a day of full-blown activity. I don't like this trend of getting injured doing everyday things. My legs, my shoulders, my freakin back, whatever. I'm 31 man, i should be jumping out of planes or something! Maybe that'd shock me out of my rut too. Hrm.