I finally got around to seeing Charlie Wilson's War this morning. It was good - I especially enjoyed the many loving shots of things blowing up midair. I was also reminded that the eighties were scary for many reasons, none of which have to do with communism, Russia, or Afghanistan. Also, East Texas is scary. I won't even bother with the analysis of how it's especially timely.

The best parts are those with Philip Seymour Hoffman, natch:
Mister Bones is an advanced cuddler, by the way - right now the left half of my body is immobilized by sleepy happy dog. Speaking of dogs, I think the dogs in the movie are Whippets, but I'm not sure.

The hair is still painfully bad.

I finally have a grade for my last class, which is great - I can stop worrying now. I definitely made Second Honors which is nice considering my only goal this semester was to not get kicked out of school. Also, I have housing! Yay! Now I just have to contact people so they can do things and I can get a specific room. Maybe tomorrow.