aside from falling asleep during an afternoon viewing of Rob Marshall's Nine almost a week ago, all i could think about is the weather, the weather and the government cuts. there was the snail pace at the workplace but nothing too dramatic, aside from wrestling with co-morbidities and trying to make sense the unenlightened, highly-emotional response of significant others who are terribly cuddled by the system. my point may be vague to all others except me. on the other hand, when the time is right, we should learn to let go. and the buck should stop at the pen pushers clad in polka dots.speaking of Nine, the movie starring Daniel Day Lewis, is actually not that bad. but neither is it great. each of the leading ladies, the Oscar winners and the lone nominee (Kate Hudson) and the sultry Fergie have their own production solos, all in dream sequences. but i wouldn't rely on my observations, as i stated, i got trapped in a snoozefest and that probably explains it all.
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