When I got home earlier this evening from a subdued dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant and two stops at different grocery stores, I started on an entry complaining about how depressed I was. I'm still very depressed, but that doesn't matter right now.

I watched a movie.

Oh, god, we all watch movies, I can hear you saying. So what!

I don't watch that many movies, especially something new. I just don't like movies, sorry.

I watched "Memory of a Killer". It was in Dutch and French, with subtitles, quite good subtitles. Amazing thing about Dutch is that a lot of the words come across as their English equivalents. You also don't get all that extra mouth movement as the foreign language goes on for three or four more words when only one English word suffices. That's what made all those Godzilla movies so great.

Actually, this was a fairly good movie. Action, cops and bad guys, lots of bloody killing.

Would I see it again? Probably not. It was good and Koen De Bouw is hot. Well, he's hot as far as I'm concerned. Maybe our tastes are different, but I think he's hot.

So, I'm still just as depressed, but I feel better. Unless you've been to depressionland you probably don't know what I'm talking about, but you can be really down and feel okay about it.

So, maybe watching the movie was a good thing.