Damn. If I sleep, I can't spend that valuable night time reading the entire archives of sites like The Law of the Playground, which you should all read as well, but possibly not at work due to loud snickering and naughty words.
recent media intake
Bridget Jones's Diary (movie) - cute, but not as good as the book. All that he-loves-me-oh-no-he-hates-me-oh-no-wacky-misunderstanding junk at the end was irritating. Plus the standard Lifetime-style woman-empowering soundtrack. I wish these chick movies would stop wrecking motown for me. I'd like to listen to "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" or "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" without thinking about sassy single girls sticking it to their chauvinist colleagues.