You're my Frodo.

This weekend is going to be an Oscars-movie-watching one. On Saturday I'm going to see Master and Commander and 21 Grams, then Sunday will be Lost in Translation. LiT is going to be w/ M., who's really cool but who I haven't ever done anything w/ outside of work, and S., who I met at a training session the other day. Get this: S. is really unhappy w/ his job; he wants to leave, his manager is unsupportive (a different manager hired him, and the "new regime" wants to kick everyone out), etc. The three of us have chatted a couple of times, and all we do is bitch about work (because you need those kind of friends). Anyway, I told S. to bring his wife. So he goes, Okay, I'll bring her, but you guys can't say ANYTHING about how bad it is at work. Apparently, his wife has no idea just how miserable he is, and that he thinks they're trying to get rid of him, because he doesn't want her to "worry." I'm like, dude, she of all of us ought to know!!! *headdesk* Anyway, it's not my place, and the whole purpose of this outing was to get AWAY from work, so it's fine w/ me not to talk about it, but now I have to make sure I don't slip! It's so fucked up.

Angel last night was so amazingly good. The previews already had me pretty excited, but when I saw it was DeKnight and a Drew (I can never remember if it's Goddard or Greenberg who's good) who wrote the ep, I was way beyond that. And it was fab. I needed a cigarette afterward. ( Spoilers! )

I have been writing. I know it doesn't seem like I have, but I swear I have. Just not any of my current WIPs. It's another story. ( As proof, here's a snippet. )