So I had every intention of hanging out in the studio all day. Then The History Channel sucked me in. This is why TV is bad.
I also had every intention of cleaning today, since our house is in that lovely half-way-packed stage that makes people inclined to live like slobs. Between our room and The Trolls' room, we're starting to look like an episode of Horders.
The fact that I keep making television references ought to tell you that I've been watching entirely too much TV lately.
Speaking of cinematic badness, don't see Dark Shadows. I was absolutely champing at the bit to go see this movie. It's Tim Burton! It's Johnny Depp in a Tim Burton movie! I love Tim Burton with a love so fierce that it must rival Helena Bonham Carter's. I settled in to my too small movie theater chair, with my large tub of popcorn, The Boyfriend™ by my side, prepared to be wowed. I left disappointed. Actually, I left the theater more than disappointed; I left feeling let down.
So it's a weekend action packed full of let down. Which, I suppose, is the nature of the life. I mean, not all the time. But some of the time we're all going to be let down.
The cleaning didn't get done.
I eventually got into the studio, but felt no creative compulsion (I blame Tim Burton).
Dark Shadows left so much to be desired that I want the two hours of my life that I spent watching that tripe back.
It's insanely hot right now, and the air conditioner unit in my car is broken.
Monday is the day-after-tomorrow, and I have to go back to my day job.
In the grand scheme of things, my list of let downs isn't so bad. And I guess that's the point of this whole blog: it could be worse. It could be a lot worse. I'm grateful that it isn't. The house will get cleaned. I'll have another creative stint that will rival Picasso. The weather will cool back down; and shortly after Monday is another Friday that I can look forward to.
... I don't know if Tim Burton can recover from the travesty of a movie he created, but I remain ever hopeful.