i randomly hit my link for word of the day and that's what i got. fear of the 13th day of the month. i'm thinking i should have rented a bunch of slasher flicks for tonight. either that or we'll go see harry potter. tomato/tomahto. we've been trying to go every night since tuesday. shockingly matt didn't want to stick around bar harbor till midnight to catch the first viewing. not even to please me, that's how i knew he was sick. he's been a fevered mess most of the week and existing solely on soup. that's another neon "the boy is obviously dying" sign, a whole week without red meat or bacon.
i'm sort of hoping he's not up to the challenge of the theatre tonight. i'm a total hp nerd but i had the idea that i could hit a matinee by myself and i sort of love it. i don't think i've ever gone to a movie by myself and i'm feeling like i really want to. it seems so wonderfully frivolous, going to a movie alone. if we go tonight maybe i'll still catch a matinee. very diamonds on the soles of her shoes of me. reckless soul that i am. it's one of those mundane desires that won't make a difference to anyone but you. oooh, i'm so looking forward to it.
i guess it is a friday the thirteenth sort of day. we've had some spectacularly rude customers this morning, but i'm holding on to the 169 with the help of the skin on my teeth. which is a very weird saying isn't it? since we don't have skin on our teeth does that mean were not really holding on at all and in fact when someone says that they're on the edge of the precipice? i heart colloquial mysteries. that and i've been reading a lot of crazy ass blogs lately. why is it that the most unstable make the best writers? i wonder if you have to be a little nuts to let go and have the experiences that make your stories worth hearing. enduring and surviving depression gives you a unique view on the world, not that i think it's worth it. much better to be happy and boring, all things considered.