i'm at work. in my big wool hat. unshaven. looking like badly drawn boy.

the cold medicine is starting to work. but i feel kinda buzzed, which, let's face it, is going to make me even less productive than i usually am. another good sign is how my cough has gone from a dry hack to a phlegm factory. i think i remember a doctor once telling me that this means the infection is manifesting itself as it prepares to leave the body. or something like that.

i have a phone interview tonight with the guy who runs maryland bartending. poo, because i really wanted to go see the hours after work. or about schmidt. or gangs of new york. or adaptation. or catch me if you can. hell, i'm getting to the point where kangaroo jack is looking good to me, as long as it gets my butt back in the theater. i was looking at the weekend box office report, and i realized i'd only seen one movie in the top 10 (chicago, and for the record, it was great), and before i saw that like two weeks ago, i hadn't been to the movies since femme fatale or harry potter back in november. yeesh. i remember times not long ago when i'd have seen the entire top 10.

so it's settled. as soon as this glen burnie business is settled, i am having a movie marathon.

and can i just say that whenever i see ads or posters for catch me if you can, i think of the time in the early fall when steph and i went to dinner at cacoa lane? i had a club wrap (of course) and she ordered a chicken salad of some kind. both inexpensive items. so when the waitress brought us our bill, it was for a club wrap and one item cited as "ketchikan" that was like $25. no way was this salad steph got $25. so we asked the waitress to clarify, and she realized she'd goofed and switched our bill with another table. but ketchikan is still a funny inside joke with me and steph. it sounds like a pokémon.

"ketchikan, i choose you!"