Hello-o-o-o-o-?

That would be the echo in my apartment.

I'm too pooped for a descriptive blog, but needless to say...more progress has been made, and I'm pooped. My brain is so fried, I think its own timing belt is about to go, or at least the pistons are misfiring. I was trying to put away some nails and hooks and I actually found myself staring at the little sections of the organizer trying to match up the long things to the long things in one of the squares, and the little question mark-shaped things to the other little question-mark things.

But here are pictures of what I've done.

I did run into Robert, one of the assistant managers, and he said it's likely a good thing I've gone ahead and done all this, as things are opening up "pretty quick" over in the other building.

It was a touch heavy on the Christian Bale this weekend. I watched The Machinist last night, a movie he did about four years ago. He plays a man who's had insomnia for a year, and who starts seeing a co-worker people swear don't exist, and he starts finding strange messages in his apartment, written on sticky notes. On top of that, Christian Bale lost about 60 pounds for the role.

To say the movie is...disturbing, is like saying that the Atlantic Ocean is damp.

Or...it's like someone said, "You know, Memento is a superb movie, but it just wasn't creepy enough."

Anyone who's seen Memento will know what I mean.

Then as I was organizing and packing this morning, I watched Reign of Fire, also with Christian Bale, though on TV. Essentially Man versus Dragons that have awakened and who are trying to take over the world. It was decent, but what was weird about it is that Christian Bale speaks in his "normal" voice -- his Welsh accent. The only other time I remember hearing him use it was in Empire of the Sun when he was bout ten or eleven years old. Every other time I've seen him he speaks with an American accent, and I kind of forgot he's actually from the UK.

Then, as I packed up my dishes, glasses and stemware, leaving out two of each to use, I watched Batman Begins as background sound. What an awesome movie...but I still think Dark Knight is better.

Anyway. I know I said I wasn't going to make this a long one, and I'm not. It's now a lovely day outside, and while a part of me is craving going out and enjoying the sunshine and the nice breeze, the hungry, dusty, grimy-feeling part of me really couldn't care less and just wants a big plate o' spaghetti and a scrubdown in the shower.

Hasta la vista, all.

-- H