Chrisonomicon

Thursday, October 24, 2002

I rented the Metropolis remake tonight, along with Welcome to the Dollhouse and Presque Rien ("Come Undone") (praise be to Netflix) and designated it a nesting night while I recouperate. God, I'm getting old. You know you're not a kid anymore when you have to take care of yourself when you're sick. No more parents to bring you blankets, or soup and crackers, or big, iced glasses of 7-up. And man, have I gotten crotchety: I just yelled at the hoarde of 13-year-old girls who have been screaming up and down the apartment stairs all night. I suppose I deserve it after hampering many nights of peaceful slumber to be had by my neighbors when my brother and I were kids. I suppose we all have it coming at some point or another.