No Brainer

I saw Planet Terror last night! Everything was on fire! Giant plot holes were everywhere and also on fire! I wanna have Robert Rodriguez's babies! Except not so much, his kids names are hilarious like Rebel and Rocket. When your husband picks names like these for your children you know you have made a mistake. Anyway back to the fire. It was so much better than Death Proof, which was good but not as fun bar the last 10 minutes, and yet no publicity. When I tried to find it on the Cineworld website it kept telling me it didn't even exist until I managed to find it hidden away. But it doesn't matter anymore because I've seen it and thus Joe wins the previously mentioned unconditional love for arranging the viewing. I figure this balances out the fact that I kept hitting him last night. Sorry Joe! It was the excitement of fire and hot girls with gun legs that made me do it!

In other news I am now slighter less poor! The SRC just called me to tell me 11 of my 13 books have been sold and I can pick up the pennies anytime. Woo and hoo people.

I had jalapeños last night in a sub. I've not had them in ages and they were so good. Problem is since they were so hot and outside was so cold and my lips were all tingly somehow this all combined and I can feel the scar inside my lip again. I got kicked in the face by a drunk man at a concert when I was fifteen and the cut on my lip didn't heal properly for ages. I can usually only feel it with my tongue if I try real hard but sometimes, like now, it's pretty much all I can feel. Pretty damn distracting.

I'm just procrastinating. I should be writing my archaeology essay on the Govan Old Church but it's so hard to care and I have too many ideas for better things to write. But sadly I can't spent all my days writing whatever I fancy.