It’s taken me a little bit, but because my doc appointment for the HPV thingy is tomorrow, I am now dwelling on that. I looked a bunch of stuff up on the web, so I’m feeling a little less freaked out. (Because if it’s on the web, then it must be true . . . )

I’m in the mood to read Moby Dick again. I think the idea of obsessing over something to the point of being unhealthy is kind of resonating with me. It’ll always be a modern story for that reason alone.

I stayed up all night long watching the third Lord of the Rings movie, The Return of the King. It’s interesting to me that I always know how it’s going to turn out–just like Moby Dick–but the telling never gets old. I know Frodo and Sam are going to make it, but I stress about how each and every time. How will they survive Gollum? How will they cross Mordor? I’m always emotionally spent-in a good way-at the end. I remember one weekend, Ryan & I watched all three movies, and I was exhausted at the end.

This is also the only movie-based-on-a-book wherein I have not read the books. I tried in junior high; I had a friend who carried all three books with her every day, and they were annotated. Her annotations. I don’t think I had the attention span to track and follow this whole new world, but visually, I marvel at it all; a shout out to Peter Jackson & Co. for this vision.