Good Night, and Good Luck Staying Awake

I was all proud of myself for making all three deadlines this week without having to pull a single all-nighter.

Then I got cocky.

I thought that I could go to my classes today, then visit some pals at my old job, and -- drumroll, please -- actually see a movie with Zach. Which would be the first movie I'd been out to see since school began 11 WEEKS AGO.

So I went and visited my pals in midtown and then hustled down to Union Square to meet Zach at the movie theater to see "Good Night, and Good Luck" -- George Clooney's film about Edward R. Murrow. (I'd have seen it anyway, but the journalism connection made it that much more compelling.)

Somehow the combination of the black-and-white film, the unhurried pace, and the many shots of smoke swirling from the tips of cigarettes just lulled me right to sleep.

More than once.

I cannot TELL you how frustrated and disappointed I was to miss key sections of what I'm pretty sure is a fine film, which, I hasten to add, started at, um, 6:30PM. I think most toddlers would be able to make it through a fairly short film at that hour, but I, the aforementioned thirty-EIGHT-year-old, was completely unable to manage it. <sigh>