The eyes ease open and it's dark again.

I was at Nordstrom's today. It was a harrowing experience for my wallet. I now have another handbag, a matching wallet, and two pairs of shoes that I didn't have before. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? I'm turning into that stupid bitch from the Shopaholic books. Someone needs to do an intervention with me and my credit cards like they did for Rachel in Friends. This is getting ridiculous. I have a sickness. The handbag/wallet were totally my fault, but I'm putting the blame for the shoes on Julie. She spent far too long at the Clinique counter, which left me to wander and get into dangerous situations.

We also went and saw Coach Carter. We both must have cried about six different times. Coming out of the theater, we looked it, too. It wasn't the most unique sports movie I've ever seen, but was well done for all the predictability. Plus Samuel L. Jackson rocks. And it doesn't hurt that there were so many cute boys running around on screen. <g>

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What I thought about last week's Alias: ( Détente spoilers )

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You have one week left to vote in the Oscars poll. There are the movies/people I think should win, the movies/people I want to win, and the movies/people I think will win. My final votes reflect all of them, and that's probably why I never win stuff like this. :D

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Gacked from various peeps on my friends list...

Baby stable after second head removed: 10-month-old girl suffered from 'parasitic' twin birth defect -- That is so sad.

The most amusing meme I've seen in awhile: You name three people. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.

Do your worst!