Thursday morning I had some minor surgery. Consequently, I've spent the weekend either in pain or in an opiate-induced haze. The strange thing is my reaction to all this. In the past, I would have treated it as a guilt-free chance to be lazy, an unexceptionable vacation. Instead, I'm chafing at the bit, frustrated by my inability to do work when bothered by either pain or its remedy.

I've always been lazy, but for whatever reason, my relationship with Katy is really helping me to get over / grow out of my laziness. A friend (Carl Coryell-Martin) told me a couple years back to stop and think about all of the things I wanted to accomplish in life, and about how much work they would take, and that that would motivate me to not waste time. It didn't work - it motivated me mentally, but not in the gut. It made me feel like I ought to work, but didn't push me into doing it. Somehow this relationship has added that extra piece, that desire to be something, to accomplish things, not just waste away.

I went to see "Charlie's Angels" last night w/ Dawn, Anna, Rob, Will, & Jessica. They dressed up as the three women from the movie, which was pretty cool, but I thought the movie totally blew. They actually seemed to enjoy it, probably because they aren't as picky as I am about movies (although a more cynical viewpoint might say that they had psyched themselves into it). I (miraculously) managed to keep my mouth shut on my opinion, although I'm not sure whether it was because of an increase in my maturity or simply the calming effect of the opiates i was on.

I haven't figured out why I sometimes enjoy bad movies and sometimes detest them, what the line is that separates enjoyable trash from just trash. All I know is that I have a lot more trouble sitting through the latter than a lot of my friends.

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