Early to the Movies + Writing Bitch
Today's pictures are subpar. Michael and I went to see The World's End, and I snapped a picture of the movie theater as we walked over from the pizza place where we had dinner. Lately we haven't been so great at time estimation -- for the second time in a row, we ended up at the theater too early. I took this second picture while we sat outside, waiting for the theater to be cleaned. The movie was good, the kind where at some point you realize everyone in the theater is laughing, and you're laughing, too. That's enough of my fascinating movie story. I'm supposed to be writing right now, but I'm procrastinating. Why is it that writing has to be such a cruel bitch? I say I want to write, and I associate such good feelings with having written, but when it comes down to actually doing all the things I say I want to do, I balk. It's too hard. Am I worried I won't be able to do it? Am I worried I'll find out once and for all that t...