70 minutes into 116 minute-long The Man Who Wasn't There, the stupid Netflix DVD went all skippy. I tried cleaning it off, jumping to the next scene, but no, stupid DVD is stupid unplayable. I want to know what happens. Now I have to wait. Tantrum.

Today has been an eat things and watch things and make envelopes day. My dog contributes by whining at me if I don't actively engage him.

I feel less like writing and more like whining back at my dog. Whiiiiiiiiiiiiine.