After yet another day of feeling like assbrine, I hunkered down on the couch to watch some UPN (Nascar was on Fox, and a gal's gotta draw the line somewhere) but fell asleep for a bit. And when I woke up? Marvin's Room was on.
1) The one where Bessie (Diane Keaton) tells Lee (Streep) about her lost love drowning at a carnie picnic (made me think of how my sister and me are not even polite to each other);
2) The one where Bessie finds out the kids aren't bone marrow matches, and the thought that Lee has to give up or alter her dreams in some way hits her square in the jaw; and
3) The very end, where Bessie's sitting on the bed with her pudding-headed father, manipulating sunbeams around the room with a mirror.
Then, as if it couldn't get more dramatic around Chez Broad, I decided to head out and find the one guy, and while I was driving along Rte. 51, what should should come on the radio but "Sloop John B" by the Beach Boys. For the love of GOD, people. And I didn't even have any wipe-y rags in The Pimp.
Have I ever mentioned that I get really weepy when I'm sick, too?Oh, whatEVER.