On Friday night I watched David Tennant predict the future with the aid of the weird and abrasive Derren Brown. It was quite freaky but I did really wish that I could ‘relax’ in a pool for an hour before being taken out and told to scribble what shoud be words on paper while being asked a hundred remedial questions. And see if my subconscious scribbles contained stories from a newspaper in one weeks time. That was what I would call Freaky. I will perhaps do it with my trees very soon. If my bath constitutes as a very very small swimming pool that is.

I am feeling at a loss right now. There are so many things happening but nothing is ‘happening’ at all. I don’t care if that doesn’t make sense. I have places to go, sit, things to talk about and do, food to eat and films to watch, books to read and a place to work, but now that Uni is over I have felt that time has stopped. Well, not time, but things. Maybe it is just because it is the weekend and at the weekend I do nothing but sit on my bed all day wondering why I have nothing to do. maybe tomorrow I can see my trees somewhere and I can make them watch films that are like magic. I know that next Saturday I may be at home with my entire noonan family and I am rather scared about that prospect.

I also know that I had a horrendous dreams last night and I cannot wait to see Sara and baby Maddison so that I know that in real life they are actually okay and completely safe.

I watched Mystic River last night. Well, I got too sleepy so fell up to bed half way through and watched the rest of it just now with the sun shining through my window. Maybe it was that shiny sun that made the film better than it actually was. I don’t know. It had the potential to be brilliant, but it semed to veer off in an entirely unnecessary direction in the most important last ten minutes f the film. Those ten minutes can make or break a film I think. Mystic River entirely lacked focus on the characters we had become so deeply involved with and instead misdirected its attention onto three women we don’t give two shits about. That is it. The film was crap because of it, I have just decided.

If you are wondering why my review is so primitive, containing on expletives for description, well that is just because today I feel lazy and the film has annoyed me too much to bother at the moment with a proper assessment.

I should end this with something interesting, but I’m not too interesting and find it difficult to do these things so I shall leave it here ))<>(( instead.