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So this was my friday night. Do you think i am getting enough sleep during the week?

   I come home from Rollerball, which was, i am afraid one of the worst movies i have ever seen.  I grant you that i was going to see it on Bad Movie Friday, which is a day that specializes in just that.  i mean it was a Friday on which i went and saw, Dude, Where's My Car?.  And that was truly a terrible movie.  But at least it knew it was suppose to be bad so it didn't take itself seriously.  It could be a little bit fun at least. 
   Not this one, not Rollerball.  It was crap, a waste of my time, energy.  It wasn't bad enough to be fun, it was worse.  It tried to take itself so seriously that you couldn't imagine the cheese.  It had a plot that made no sense, with characters, if you can call them that, doing things that made even less sense. I know that the orginal had a cult following but if this one builds up a cult following then they are as bright as the cult that killed itself while waiting for the spaceship to come pick them up from the comet.  Who were they again?

   Where was i? Oh right, i came home from this movie.  i wasn't rejuvenated, as movies can do. I think this might be because i went with people and i was craving an alone movie.  I also think it was because the people weren't useful in the normal context of movies and/or people.  because they arrived after the movie started and left right after it was over.  and since there wasn't anything worth jibing during this, i-take-myself-so-seriously-you-can't-even-laugh-at-me movie there was practically no interaction with anyone.  so, while not alone there were also no benefits of being with people.

   After i got home (gosh, this is moving slowly) i read a little, chatted a little, checked a little email, watched a little bad TV (i rather like rendez-view for some reason).  I ordered a pizza and something rather unusual happened.  I got a pizza i didn't like.  I didn't even think this was possible.  Well, ok, it is, anchovies never seemed like a good idea after all.  Tonight i ordered from a new place, no need to get complacent after all.
   Well i ordered the double double cheeseburger pizza, you know, thinking cheddar, spiced beef, onions, how could you go wrong?  And then i realized that somehow, in their minds cheeseburger meant chunks of tomatoes as well.  Well, i love tomatoes in every way but one.  Cooked chunks really turn me off.  Texture, taste, appearance, everything. 
   It wasn't the end of the world bad but there just wasn't the source of joy that i am used to. 

   After supper i looked at what was on TV.  There wasn't much at 8 but at 9 the new show, First Monday was on.  I have been enjoying this show a fair amount.  I generally like Law shows, although i am not sure if i would like this one if it weren't for the fact that James Garner is in it and i love James Garner. (did i ever mention this before? i have always loved James Garner but it totally has everything to do with the fact that he has always reminded me a lot of my Grandfather). 
   So i turned on a rerun of that 70's show and closed my eyes, thinking i'd just take a little nap, wake up at 9 and see First Monday.  Well, at quarter to 10 i sort of woke up with i don't know what on the TV and in my grogginess, turned the channel to the end of First Monday, expecting to wake up as it played.
   The next thing i know i am half awake, half asleep, as Halle Berry is being interviewed on the Late Late show with Greg Kilborn. I seem to be having a dream about drinking glass after glass of super cold water.  I also seemed to be having weird dreams about the conversations that Halle was having.  You'd think i would have had cool sex dreams but no.  Just dreams about what she was talking about.  The last movie she was in and etc. 
   Not too long after this i woke right up, with Halle still on TV i might add.  I thought i should be thirsty after that dream, so i got a drink of water, a large mug, didn't even add ice, just shot gunned it.  I was supposed to be thirsty after all.  What the hell else was my dream supposed to tell me?  So i drank the water.  Only i wasn't really thirsty.  Cause the water just made me feel full and bloated.  Stupid freakin' dreams.
   The interview with Halle was a very amusing one.  At least she seemed very intelligent, witty and cute in my dream interviews.  Only question i have...well, i have this niggling thing in my mind that will not go away.  For some reason i dreamt her talking about this movie she was in.  It was some sort of art house film, serious, drama, very good.  There were parts of it that...were...superfluous.  And at one point, i don't know if it was dream or real, when she was asked and replied, that the 'chocolate ice cream' didn't mean anything.  What i want to know is if this means anything because i really think it is supposed to.

   Ah well. it's now 3.  I haven't returned to sleep.  But i am thinking, based upon my inability to keep my nap from being anything less than 4.5 hours, that i am not sleeping enough during the week.