I saw The Book Of Eli over the weekend. Wow, what an amazing flick. It made me cry, it was so moving.For the love of God, would someone please explain to my roommates that when they slam their doors, the sound of it does not magically disappear but actually echos throughout the house. Last night went something like this:
I lay down, relax under the cozy covers and let my mind drift... before long I can feel sleep start to overtake me... SLAM!!!
What was that??
SLAM!!!
By the time I realize that my roommate has gotten up to use the bathroom and is now back in his room, I am wide awake. But that isn't the end of it because my roommate has a guest over and it is now the guest's turn to use the bathroom. SLAM!! SLAM!! And that isn't the end of it because now my other roommate decides to use the bathroom. SLAM!! SLAM!! And that isn't the end of it because now the other roommate's girlfriend wants to the use the bathroom. SLAM!! SLAM!! It seemed that every time I started to fall asleep I was woken up by the sound of a door slamming. The last time I checked the clock it was close to 4am. The result is that I am pretty grouchy today and in fact my mood occasionally crosses into the "murderous rage" territory from lack of sleep the last couple of nights.
I went to the park this afternoon to jog. It was in the mid 50's today, which is cold for San
Antonio and there wasn't anyone else in the usually crowded park other than a small group of guys playing football. I slowed as I passed them and watched a couple of plays. I clapped my hands as one of the players ran the ball for a touchdown. It was one of those perfect winter afternoons... a crisp coolness to the air, cloudy skies, the last remnants of fallen leaves scattered about.
Sigh.. back to the house of slamming doors.













