The Sky Can't Be Clear All the Time

I got sucked into a damn production issue call last night. Fun way to spend a couple weekend night hours! Picked up tickets for Big Ears (something to be excited about). Anyway, after that Mary Beth and I watched The Crow. All this fb talk of high school music made her want to visit the mall goth days she never had (she'd never seen it). I liked (not loved) it at the time and I know intellectually now that it'd be bad (haven't seen it since I was in high school), but it was actually worse than I was expecting (at least in the competently made arena). But I got some laughs out of it. Then I went to bed to "dream the crow-black dream." I woke up on a weekend without a cat harassing me way too early. It sucks.