I watched "About A Boy," again last night. I love that movie. It's so cute and hilarious. Funny how movies about loneliness and suicide can be so adorable. My favorite scenes:

1. "Marcus wouldn't kill a duck, he was trying to sink the body. It was disturbing Meghan."
2. "The worst part was when they closed their eyes."
3. "The boy seemed to think I was on a date with his mum. And she appeared to be in a sort of a yeti costume."
4. Marcus: Will, I'm not going back! He said he was going to cut me up into little pieces and hide me in his floorboards!
Will: He said that to you?
Marcus: No... He looked like he could, though.
5. "I measure my life in half hour units of time. Taking a bath: 2 units. Having my hair carefully disheveled: 4 units. Frankly, I don't have time for a job. I don't understand how people cram them in."

That movie made me feel better. That kid has it worse than me, that's for sure. He wears a rainbow sweater and kids try to "imbed sweets in his skull." And worse still, he has to hang out with Hugh Grant.
I woke up because both of my elbows and inner arms were itching like death. At first I thought I had hives and was dying, or worse yet, stressed out, but I just lay there, scratching them. For half an hour. I was getting really mad and was getting up to take a benadryl, when what do I notice, in my bed? A tiny mosquito! I hate that.
I had this really weird dream. It was like Paul Rudd was my brother, but not. Whatev, when's the last time you had a dream that made sense? (Frog: The one where Milli and I die does not count.)
Going to a BBQ at Steve's tonight. Much more fun than last night.
TTYL, and random dreams. C'mon, when's the last time you heard someone say sweet dreams?

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