I've been dissing regular mattresses since 2004 in favor of the inflatable kind. One drawback to my insisting on sleeping on an airbed is that my bed at home has sprung a leak. This leaves me with a nasty surprise every morning when I wake up to discover that I am being swallowed whole by deflating vinyl. Luckily I roll in style and rock a remote control that allows me to inflate the sucker on command.
Saw Away from Her yesterday. Objectively it's a movie that takes the woman with Alzheimer's and the man who loves her plot and sucks the idealism out of it. As any critic would probably tell you, it made for a movie that was sad, beautiful and uplifting all at the same time. But I'm shallow. I don't like my movies to portray romance with any sort of emotional complexity. After I finished The Notebook, I sobbed on my couch for a good 45 minutes while clutching a spoon laden with the sorry remainder of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. After Away from Her, I muttered "Old people are sad" and finished eating some pretzel sticks.
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