Got up at 8:11.
The parents went to Kingston for the day, so I'm home alone.
Rented a video of Sex & the City. Kind of depressing. (Maybe it's just a girl's show.)
Dinner was McDonald's. (Imaginative, huh?)
Rented the DVD of Brian de Palma's Femme Fatale, a bizarre thriller that plays like a de Palma parody. (Antonio Banderas seems to know he's in a comedy.) Just when you think things can't get any more ludicrous they spend the last 15 minutes showing what would have happened if the other girl had taken the plane in the prologue. [At least I think that's it...]
Saw the Sopranos episode where Carmela went to a new psychiatrist, who advised her to leave Tony. Unfortunately this shrink was male, and it seemed to me that this is the sort of advice only a woman could give her.
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