I mourn the loss of the sun.

Presumably it's still out there somewhere, because it's remarkably bright out today, but I still miss last week - when it was summer. ;_;

Last night I met stationary_jew, storm_dancer, and troutqueen at Outback. I discovered I've been spoiled by relatively inexpensive, extremely tasty Texas steakhouses! Ah, Saltgrass, how I miss thee! After browsing the menu without much enthusiasm, I realized that what I really wanted anyway was a hot bowl of potato soup. Mmmmm.

Afterwards, we killed a couple of hours at Starbucks, just chatting - it was a lot of fun. And - oh, my. Not being satisfied with its current lineup of crack, the fine folks who write the menu for Starbucks have ascended to a new level of evil. Ladies and gentlemen, Chantico. I had a cup last night. I think I'm still bouncing off the walls. I can only describe this as liquid chocolate. Not hot cocoa, as in a powder-based substance dissolved in liquid. It tasted like they had melted a Hershey's bar, and maybe cut it a little with milk. *swoon* I'm sure it's terrible for you. I adore it oh, so much.

After rabidlemur got out of his meeting, we....

We....

...I can't remember. I think I trauma-blocked whatever happened next.

Certainly, I remember nothing about a godawful movie that involved the badly-written hero - but the hero, nonetheless - getting UPSTAGED BY THE PAINFULLY STEREOTYPICAL PLUCKY THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD, who was clearly intended to be sympathetic but was, in actuality, OBNOXIOUS AND BRATTY. It was like watching a Disney movie for young adults, wherein the children happen, somehow, to be smarter than the experts, and step in to save the day. It was like the writer handed the half-finished script to his twelve-year-old daughter, who proceeded to make Mary Sue: The Movie. I won't even pretend I was as offended by the thing as Stormy was, but even expecting it to be bad, I left profoundly annoyed. I hoped it would be entertaining bad, but it just made me angry.

It's a good thing I don't remember any of that.