Just so you guys know (I’m not sure I told you this yet) I saw 62 movies last month (63 if you count The Toolbox Murders, which I never got to finish because the DVD I had was shit and freaked out on me before the end).  There is a part of me that is all proud that I saw that many movies, that I blew my old record out of the water by 12 (13) (13!).  Then there is the other, more practical part of me that is yelling at the other me:  “What the hell were you thinking?  You do know that you now have to write reviews for all of those frickin’ movies, don’t you, you dumb shit?”  Oh, that one me will never learn.  Silly me.

I write my reviews single-spaced in Word with a 10 font and have somehow managed to write over 125 pages already, just this year.  Holy shit.  That’s like a book, right there.  I’m constantly amazing myself that I could keep up with it for so long, even if I am doing a crap job about doing it on time.  Hey, once a procrastinator, always a procrastinator.