For the birds

Last weekend, I ought to have slept. I was really tired last Friday, going to offices of that thing I was working hard to push through for months. Then I had maybe 3 hours of sleep. Then I headed to work, spent 9 hours there, and stayed at Meow's.

She was all lively and everything while I was dozing off. I slept and woke up from the heat. Looking at her shelf and wrestled with the idea of reading the books that she had, most of which are thick volumes of fantasy.

I decided to settle with something easy to read, The Catcher in the Rye. I read that when I was in college (I think it was my last year when I was already working and I was able to buy the books that I want).

I think I found Holden somewhat annoying, and now that I am a bit older, I realize how relatable he is, maybe because back then I hardly socialized with people, that's why.

Meow also made me watch The Crow, the movie Brandon Lee was most famous for (the only movie I know of his). Too bad he's dead.

I liked all the actors, even the villain was cool. We have Eric Draven running and crossing the rooftops. Amazingly, I liked the action sequences. These days, we see fluid CGIs that, while amazing, still remains unreal for me.

Maybe it's for the best. As I said, Brandon Lee is dead.

This leads me again to my desire to own a crow. I once suggested to Meow that we take care of a crow. Crows are very smart, you know. You can even google it. Some people think they're creepy.

No, she does not want it. She thinks they're creepy and she does not like carrion eaters at home.