Last night's dinner for the Clown Corps went well. It was great to see Jodi; I can't believe how much I miss her at work. We got home around 9:30 or 10:00, and I ended up sleeping on the couch again. I woke up around 4:30am and watched a movie with Briget Fonda as an abused wife who's deaf from her husband pounding on her so much. She's so passive, she practically disappears from the screen. But she still manages to be more effective than the cops, steal the gun from one of them, and finally blow her husband away. For a while I thought the small town at the end was supposed to be Baker City, Oregon, but I guess it was a fictionalized Bakersfield, CA they just called 'Baker.'
I tried to start writing on Part Four of "Batskin," but I couldn't quite get inspired. I've got to write Part Four, then go see the damn movie again so I can finished the story. The last two parts cover TDK itself. Charlie and I are going to make a list of my questions before we go, so we don't end up driving away again with me saying, "Did you notice if ...?"
God, that train accident in California was horrible, and I guess we have to consider the devastation in Texas an actual relief, because it was supposed to be so much worse. This is definitely a good day to count your blessings.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven . . . Holy shit! I was counting Christian Bale characters, instead!