Just finished watching Proof... Meh. Not as effective as the play.
However, I am about to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to see Eight Below.
Why? WHY Lord?? Why hast thou forsaken me with so few plans this weekend that I'm actually going to see a Disney film (with a grown woman, I might add) starring Paul Walker and sled dogs.
What I wouldn't give for a distraction, an emergency, some sort of catastrophe that needs my attention exclusively so that I can be spared the torture that I'm am about to endure. ANYTHING will do.
Perhaps if I concentrate hard enough, I can convince myself to get a migraine, or the flu, or mumps.