A Post?

Let's see. I'm sitting at work, which should mean that I'm working. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately?, this is not the case. I'm really only here because I've pissed away all of my vacation time by sleeping and being utterly useless. But I don't regret my decision to be a waste of space, it was delightful, and I plan on continuing the pattern into the new year.

What else. I'm waiting on two movies to come from amazon, Mansfield Park, and The Happiest Millionaire. I'm quite excited about both of them, although perhaps more excited about the Austen film. It has inspired me to re-read the novel, and I find myself thinking and speaking a bit Austenian, not intentionally of course, but so it goes.

Mom's coming to visit (almost typed mum, strange) New Year's Eve through the weekend. Not sure what to expect. I'm sure it'll be fine. I've been trying to come up with cheap and entertaining things to do. The Newly opened American History Museum is on the list, and perhaps the Native American Museum and the Air and Space Museum. Mom hasn't done the Smithsonian thing, and I haven't seen much more for that matter, so it should be somewhat entertaining. Also planning a visit to Arlington Cemetery, and maybe a trip into Arlington, VA. I've never been, but I've heard it's quaint.

I feel like there was something else I was going to say. Something maybe important, but probably not. This is a rather pathetic post. I was hoping for something better, something deeper. But once again it's seems to be about movies and books. The story of my life, or rather the stories of what my life should be? Depressing, and I'll go no further for fear of disheartening my many readers.

Ok, that's all I suppose. I hope you had a happy merry christmas and all that jazz.