Finally back from the grandmother visit. If I had all the patience in the world and the desire to drag up painful memories I would relate here the entirety of my cold acquaintance with my maternal grandmother. Being as I do not have such an affected mood at the present, I will discourse on other matters.
Principal of these is that I had the opportunity to see “The Dark Knight”, and upon the occurrence of said opportunity I seized it with zeal. Truly, truly a great mix of movie tragedy and dramatics, and captivated my imagination enough to stop the nightmares I had been entertaining in the previous three nights of sleep. Let us hope that I can continue this streak through tonight.
I am tired, so I will end with mentioning that I nicked several of my grandfather’s CDs from his collection (as my grandmother has no delight for music, whatsoever). If scary movies cannot fix my dreams, hopefully Debussy can.
