I didn't book any work for today (obvi) but also haven't booked any work for tomorrow, yet (altho I did submit myself for rush calls and will update my admin resume at the temp agency tomorrow if not otherwise engaged). So once Stephen headed off to work, I looked in the DVR queue for any movies he wants me to watch first.
I watched Maleficent and was left with a feeling that the story could have used a good trim before committing to film. Not that it wasn't interesting or well done; it just seemed like they wanted to tell too big of a piece of the puzzle.
Then I looked for the oldest thing in the queue, which happened to be The Book Thief. OMG, y'all. I cried my eyes out. The damn thing's set in Germany during WWI, and I cried my eyes out. I counted at least five places where they could have ended it, and I cried my eyes out.
I'm not saying it's a good film or well-made or anything like that. The story could have seriously used a tighter edit. But I cried my eyes out.
Now I gotta put sheets on the bed so I can sleep in it, 'cuz I'm about wasted.