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Totally last-minute movie invite.
So, most of my friends are grown-ups with lives, but if anyone is reading this and wants to join me for the 1:00 pm showing of Prince Caspian at the Metro, give a call on my cell so I know to look for you there. (I'm going with or without an escort.)
I decided to stay home from work, not because I'm overwhelmingly sad (I'm not) but because I'm definitely still in an altered state. I toggle between staring at things blankly, feeling very sleepy, and giggling hysterically. I suppose I might accurately be described as "high on death." There goes the giggling again.
Probably best that I'm not at work. So I'm going to Prince Caspian, which made![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maribou cry. She's a reliable reviewer whose responses match mine, so hopefully I can reconnect to some emotion there.
I decided to stay home from work, not because I'm overwhelmingly sad (I'm not) but because I'm definitely still in an altered state. I toggle between staring at things blankly, feeling very sleepy, and giggling hysterically. I suppose I might accurately be described as "high on death." There goes the giggling again.
Probably best that I'm not at work. So I'm going to Prince Caspian, which made
maribou cry. She's a reliable reviewer whose responses match mine, so hopefully I can reconnect to some emotion there.