Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
Mr. Maine brought over The Godfather box set and Scarface last night. I'd never seen either (insert gasps of shock and horror here, about how I managed to go 23 years without at least seeing The Godfather).

At least now I've seen The Godfather. I don't know if I'll make it through the rest of the box set, although Mr. Maine left it here. Well, actually, I do know: I'm not going to make it through the rest of the box set. I didn't dislike the movie, but I can definitely see how it's a guy's movie. I might have to watch it again just to iron out a few plot points, but the beginning was so slow. It got infinitely better once people started dying.

Mr. Maine was at the library until 10 working on his note for law review, so while I waited I watched The Big Lebowski. I haven't seen that movie since I was in high school, but damn. I need to buy the DVD. I was dying, cracking up on my couch.

Now I'm off to the library to work on a settlement letter for legal writing. Problem: I forgot to get my new exam number. This means I cannot get it until 9 AM Monday, when my professor's assistant's office opens up. Our letter is due 9 AM Monday. Damnit. I hate to lose points on something so stupid as being late. Note to self: Get shit together.