11:18 p.m.,
Jun. 26, 2003
So even though I see crack vials, or some dude smoking crack and a woman drinking ricotta on the train as part of my daily travels, nothing I've ever seen/found in this city rivals what Ashley found in Santa Cruz.
This week has pretty much sucked. We're worried about something falling through with the house, probably needlessly, but until we're signing the papers the day we close, I think we're gonna be worried. Living in stasis is not fun.
We've both got stupid work shit going on - nothing serious, just the usual stuff you deal with at a job. Neither one of us is about to be laid off or anything. Sometimes even the best jobs (that would be the one belonging to my husband) can make you crazy.
So we saw "Hulk." And tomorrow Rob and Jen are visiting, and we will be having tapas. Then I have a three-day week because I'm taking a much needed day off on Thursday. So the month should end on a much better note, which is exactly what I need.
Oh, and Hulk is...well, it's good, but flawed. It's not as giddy or joyful as X2 or Spider-Man. It's a rather interesting psychodrama about family and memory, with comic book characters. Frankly, it feels a bit detached. But that being said, it looked cool and both Eric Bana and Jennifer Connelly give compelling performances. Her sadness, and how it reaches him, is truly heartbreaking
Her boobs, however, do not make much of an appearance in this film, but that's probably because they're about an eighth of the size they used to be.