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landslide in my ego Despite my whining yesterday, I still made it to the movies to see The Sixth Sense. Without trying to sound too negative, I guess that I thought it was okay. My expectations weren't that high, but they could have pushed the concept a little more to make it better. I guess that I should be thankful that it was better than The Haunting. I think that I like watching the people in the theater as much as I like watching the movie. Since I get there early, I get to see the couples and packs of teenagers walk in and pick out their seats. Some of them take a moment to survey the crowd, while other run to sit high up in the back rows. It seems strange to sit in a dark room with strangers for over an hour. Of course we are there to watch something, but basically that is what happens at the movies. A group of people staring in silence. When I got home this morning all that I wanted was to get back some of the sleep that I had lost yesterday and I'm guessing that I was asleep an hour after I got into the house. The air conditioner was on and the ringer on the telephone was off. All that I had to do was close my eyes and I would be gone. A solid twenty-four hours of sleep would have been great, but I settled for about seven. When I did wake, it was a night for staying home and relaxing on the couch listening to old U2. The outside world didn't have anything to offer me.
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