You know, I had plans tonight. Things to do. Stuff to accomplish.
I was going to walk the dog, do my five mile run, fix/eat/clean-up after dinner, finally put away my clean laundry, finish my book club post for Bright’s Passage, maybe write a little, catch up on Justified & Shameless.
But then my former high school English teacher—with whom I had a lengthy email discussion this morning regarding SHAME—emailed while I was running and asked if I wanted to go see A Dangerous Method.
Needless to say I cut my run a mile short, changed clothes at Superman speed, and scarfed down half a sandwich on my way out the door.
Even though I just saw the film (for the second time) on Saturday.
Michael Fassbender, you are ruining my life.