the sky is falling after all...

I went to see Mission Impossible: III tonight (somehow brooke & i didn't get a chance to see it when i was in Omaha) and it really puts things in perspective, you know. Sure, my problems seem rough - horse shows, zombies, smelling like soup - but at least Philip Seymour Hoffman isn't threatening to shoot my fiance. Some people have real troubles in this world, people like Tom Cruise.

I wore flip-flops today, which usually makes me feel better (citing Gilk's concept of 'flip-flop wearing feels like permanent vacation), but when i got back from the movie, it was raining & now my heels are really dirty... Plus i lost my prime parking space.

Yes, well... now i'm all fretty & must wait till morning to have a peanut butter sandwich to make myself feel better. Cheerio.