Today was a half day at work, thanks to summer hours, so I of course used the opportunity to finally see Toy Story 3 in theaters. I had a voucher for a free movie ticket from a couple of weeks ago when I saw Inception, and the showtime fit with my schedule this afternoon. It’s probably not the best of the three Toy Story movies, but I think it’s arguably the most bittersweet, and it’s really quite lovely. I may have cried just a little.
Beyond that, just your typical Friday. I decided to stop for breakfast at a diner a block from the office (spinach omelet, turkey sausage), and it’s weird how late I felt getting in at nine instead of eight-thirty (or even eight-fifteen), like I do most other mornings. With summer hours, it’s 9 to 1 on Fridays, but it’s incredible how much that one little change to my schedule — I usually eat something light for breakfast, at my desk — discombobulated me for the rest of the short workday.
This evening, my parents and I went out to eat a local Japanese hibachi place.
And that, really, was my Friday.