I'm going to be the last person to see it, I fear. Every time we've thought about going, the lines have been crazy. I bet we end up watching it on DVD rather than at the theater.
We're going out tomorrow night--us, out on a weeknight!--to see a live version of "Whose Line Is It, Anyway?" with many of the original players. I have no idea if it'll be any good, but I suppose it might be. What the hell, right?
I got out the door early enough to put in miles before it got hot. For me, at least 15 miles a week is absolutely necessary for even a modest weight loss. 20's better, but it's hard to find the time, and the will. Not to mention how hard that much shampooing is on long hair, and how I feel like between the walk and a wet head, there's half the day gone.
But walking alone is a great time to think about one's WIP. I thought of some nice details and some plot elements I can spruce up. I also find the early morning runners and bikers are a friendlier lot, most saying hi or good morning, unlike the after-ten people. Almost nobody else walks, just me.
Maryn, whose shoes must have 800 miles on them and need replacing