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“F.A.O. my Schwartz!”

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.

The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Mondays

Ever have a day that felt weirdly almost dream-like, nothing especially surreal or anything like that, very mundane, but where you kept waiting for the surreal to rear its head, and where you didn’t want it to, you didn’t want to pinch yourself and wake up, because you knew you’d just have to go through the same sort of mundane day all over again, this time in reality? Well, that’s what today sort of felt like.

Yeah, I don’t really get it either.

A quiet Sunday

A quiet Sunday, mostly, spent hanging around the house with the dog and doing the Times crossword. (He’s more into the jumble, actually.) I joined a couple of friends (and a new member, an acquaintance of a friend) for our weekly free-writing group, and I had a couple of photos accepted for inclusion in Small Beer Press’ A Working Writer’s Daily Planner 2011. I quite liked this year’s planner, and Gavin Grant recently put out a call for photos, so… And then finally, Kaleidotrope #9 got its first official review. (An unofficial one came in the other day.) It’s always nice to get feedback on an issue, good or bad, but especially when it’s good.

I went for another short walk, had pizza for dinner with my mother, and tried some homemade ice cream from a new local creamery. And that’s about it as far as Sunday goes.

Oh! But that blood drive that I thought was yesterday but wasn’t? It was actually today. Which I knew, because I’d written in my calendar that it was August 1. But I spent a lot of yesterday morning thinking Saturday was the first. But I was quickly disabused of that notion and was at multiple times reminded throughout the day that Sunday was actually the first. But I never made the connection in my brain between the corrected dates and the blood drive. I just happened to be walking past the church where it was being held earlier this evening. Had I eaten anything recently — I skipped lunch — and had it not been winding down anyway, I might have gone in to donate. Maybe next time.