We went to see Punch Drunk Love last night. Marco and I left feeling as though we'd missed something. One review I'd read raved about it while stating that they'd hated Magnolia. I loved Magnolia.
I had a dream last night that I ran the Portland Marathon, but the finish line was in a small office storeroom. I had a hard time figuring out my time because I was just given a printout with a long number on it. The real marathon had taken place 4 days before, and about 10 minutes after I finished, my friend Stacy finished as well, congratulating me on my time, which by then we'd figured out was 2 hours and 50 minutes. She was so impressed that I'd come in before her but then I'd reminded her that she'd just run the same marathon 4 days earlier. I don't remember my dreams very often.