To give extra support to the Mission's Angel showings (which can't really be advertised; long story), I showed up early and bought a ticket to The Bourne Ultimatum, even though I'd missed all but the last 40 minutes. What I saw, I liked, but it'd be ridiculous to review the film based on maybe 2/5ths of it. That also gave me time to get dinner from the Mission (a grilled turkey-mushroom-pepper sandwich, the special, and a Porter because I've let myself loosen up about drinking). I had the time to watch one episode of Angel (though I was fading near the end of it), then went on a long walk until one of my buses caught up with me so I could ride it home.
Last night I saw two of the three screened episodes of The Office, and laughed needed laughs (and ate more snack-y stuff: popcorn and Kit-Kats, with root beer). Ah, the joys of comedy that comes from Le Awkward. Again, I left early so I wouldn't miss the bus, and rode the #17 home. A young woman got onboard and soon was singing Amy Winehouse's "You Know I'm No Good." She had a decent voice, too.
But okay, NO late-night excursioning for me now! Tonight is get-more-sleep night.
